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❝Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. ❞ ____________________________
Thomas sat on a thin cot, fiddling with his own fingers as he glanced over at Brenda's body. The short haired girl was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Jorge stroked her head. Aife sat next to Thomas as she observed, and she was feeling rather stressed. Just two weeks ago, she was safe within four, concrete walls. And now? Well, not she was completely exposed, and she felt as if the world was weighing on her shoulders.
She was still curious about Mary, clearly, the woman knew more than she was letting on. Thomas had insisted that Aife took a deep breath, but she wasn't having it. He didn't understand. Honestly, she didn't think he ever would.
"In the beginning, we were lost," Mary breathed out, capturing the attention of Aife and Thomas, as well as Jorge, who sat rather closely, "All we knew for sure, was that the younger you were, the stronger your chance is." She was pacing back and forth, and she wore blue latex gloves as she tampered with different bottles and needles, all in which Aife had no clue what they contained.
"For WCKED?" Thomas questioned, his curiosity peaking as he cocked up an eyebrow, slightly shifting his body towards the older woman. Mary silently nodded, pursing her lips as she glanced down at her glove covered hands.
"Long time ago. . .You know, at first, we had the best intentions. Find a cure, save the world," She held up a glass of liquid, her eyebrows furrowed together in deep concentration, "It was clear you kids were the key, because you were immune. But why? Eventually, we found an answer, it was produced by the brains of the immune, once separated from the blood streams, there was a powerful result, to slow down the virus."
"What do you mean by that?" Aife questioned, shifting in her seat as she tilted her head, "You found a cure?"
Mary stopped her movements, holding back a sigh as she met Aife's hollow eyes, "Not exactly. The camp manufactured, only harvested from the immune. . . the young." Mary revealed. Aife narrowed her eyes, they were harvesting from children? She inhaled a sharp breath at the thought of children being tested on, just as she had. It wasn't fair then. It isn't fair now. It never will be.
Mary pulled out a syringe as she let out a scoff, "Of course, that didn't stop WCKED, if they had their way they'd sacrifice an entire generation. All, for this," She held up the finished product. It was a light, blue fluid that was leaking off the tip of the needle, ready to be pumped through someones vein.
"A gift of biology. Of evolution, but one not meant for all of us." Mary hesitated before speaking the last part, and Aife knew. Not everyone was immune. Thats what made her uneasy. The older lady made her way next to Brenda's body, pulling up her torn sleeve so she could feel around her wrist. They allowed her to, this was their only shot at saving her. As soon as the fluid was injected, Brenda inhaled softly and released, feeling as though all of the pressure was lifted from her body.
