Clipboard. Now.He shakily gives it to you after which he instantly snaps his hand back to keep the fetal position going. You take a look at the clipboard and see...
Doodles. Well-done doodles, admittedly. This guy probably draws in his spare time. Other then that, observations on some type of subject.
"Subject seems uncomfortable, suggest pillow for sleeping cot." "Interview went swimmingly, have personal insight on his condition. Might be closer to finding solution to his problem."
"EX-DELTA shot down, subject pained as always. Supplied painkillers and Garfield comics"
Who are you keepig here!?Many people, s-sick people. They need to be quarantined for their own safety and that of others! Please, If I could let them go I'd let them!Who was EX-DELTA?Excretions from 576... He's got some sort of dimensional problem about him. Things come out of him, dangerous things. We need to kill those growths or else it'll spread and kill him and others...Uh-huh... Nice excuse. You say coldly as you scowl a little
He's certainly scared by that.
P-PLEASE! I MEAN IT! D-Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me.He's actually sobbing now. You throw the clip-board back to him. You put your hand on your hip and look at him with disdain.
Do you know who I am? NO! I DON'T! ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU TRAVEL WITH 001-A.001-A?B-Big guy, calls himself Zero, travels with some lady. H-H.. 'es been caught here recently!?Where is he?I don't know! I missed the hiding protocols. I wasn't even aware of it until I saw you riding that behemoth!Sure... Back to my question. Do you know what your company did to me?N-no? I-I don't think so?Database-FM? Ring a bell?I-I'm new here, s-so they don't tell me anything, alright... I don't know anything about a... database you might need.You sigh. You can't help but feel a knot form in your stomach from your real name. You can't quite figure out if you feel sad or just angry from it.
You need a fucking drink.
That's what I am, alright? It's what SM-corp did to me. They hooked me up to this f-fucking machine and made me do it all. I was the power source, the processor, the query server... They made me zap myself when I didn't comply, they barely ever let me sleep. The free time I got was to stop me from dying from the strain... I fucking hated that machine. I FUCKING HATED EVERYTHING THERE! I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY FUCKING BRAIN. I KEEP THINKING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!HOW THAT FUCKING "CONDITIONED" ME! HOW MUCH OF A GOD-DAMN TIME-BOMB I AM! IT'S ALL I DO! I THINK ABOUT THAT AND JUST FUCKING LASH OUT AT THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT CARED FOR ME! I FUCKING HATE IT AND I WANT IT TO FUCKING STOP.You went over to shouting without even realising it. A growing pain on your right knuckle also makes it clear that you punched a wall. The scientist looks upon you in fear.
Your knees feel weak, and you can see silvery bugs in your vision.
You fall down and just cry a bit. You hide your face in your hands, feeling some liquid trickling down your arm. Punched that wall a bit too hard it seems.
...You feel a hand on your shoulder.
TW
Health: Beaten, but not down.
Energy: tired
armor: nope
hunger: nothing of interest.
inventory: Book on the homosexual relationships of hobbits. Pencil.
Zero
Health: ?
Energy: A bit tired
Armor: Bulletproof Vest, Boots
Hunger: Fed
Durability Level: 2
Inventory: ?
Safe-House Security: Nope!
Rage: READY!
Diane
Health: Unharmed
Energy: Perfect
Hunger: Well-Fed
Armor: Fancy Dress
Inventory: Pinkamena's Knife
Horde
Normals [a bunch]
Spitters [a few]
Armored [10]
Ankle Biters [large amount]
Banshee [1] (badly burned)
Crawler [1]
Brutish Bear [1]
Blood-Wing (Still hunting for fish?)
Snowflake
Friend: Bennie(missing!)
Human: Carly
Father: Iris
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"