You would think everything was fine but lets be honest. When is anything? Omisha lives in a quiet town for their quiet life. They didn't ask to find the abandoned house so why do they have to deal with the face eating monsters!
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Warnings are in...
Welcome to Mori's March! I won't keep you long but thank you for reading this. Just so you know the Main Character is Non-binary they/them pronouns. Just so you don't get confused . Also thoughts of Omisha's will be printed like this. And here's a map of the Island this is set on. Sorry if it's crappy.
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———— It's Cold here —•—
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock dinged as it finally hit midnight. Classical music lightly played in the background as the light from the computer glared across her glasses making her squint her eyes. The young woman didn't seem to mind though as she glanced through the information on the computer, before pushing the record button on her screen.
Eyes straining from the sudden flash, she began, " The date today is February 10th, 2015. Looking over the information sent in, the patient seems to be reacting well to the medicine doses they have been receiving for these past two years. The drugs have almost been perfected to the best of quality! Wish us luck on our endeavors with this one. But I digress." She took a deep breath before continuing on.
"The experiment has taken a turn for the worse. The other patients have been passing quickly and it seems the only patient that will be able to survive, is patient 305. Or so we hope. That is all. I hope to see you soon Agent Mark, or else soon we'll all die from exposure to this particular experiment."
The young woman quickly ends the recording, taking out the hard drive in the computer. The lady turns around in her spinning chair and looks at the computers on the other side.
Her lab coat is hot and sticks easily to her exposed skin in the eighty degree room. She sighs in annoyance before taking it off, but in the corner of her eye she sees an email notification. The woman puts her coat on her chair before she clicks on the email to read it. She scoffs at the ridiculous contents before going back to work.
Of course that old idiot would send this before his death. The email read: 'To anyone who may be concerned: I wish you all the luck as I ascend or descend from this mortal plain. Memento vivere! Pray to the gods for your life, they will take it.
Your Friend,
Saemtther '.
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"Hello Marie!" Omisha smiled towards their friend. They began walking across the grass towards their friend. It was spring so Marie was out planting flowers.
"Hi Misha! You ready to defeat these bastards?!" Marie shouted holding up two gaming consoles.
Omisha's face went from sweet to a sinister smirk. " Defeat them? I'm going to make sure they are utterly destroyed in the end."
