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JENNER COULD FEEL HIS bones tensing at the mention of not knowing what was causing people to die and come back as walkers. to come back as the flesh eating cannibals they were, this is what they came here to find out. to see if there was a cure to all of this but with how things are going, the doubt in the air was no longer as transparent as it was before. the answers were supposed to be here, this was the cdc. a place that held all sorts of illnesses and diseases from the public that most likely had cures to them. but never once were they considered to be let out to the public for their so called safety reasons. the government was no more, the built society once created was simply no more.
ava's hands clasped together, skin massaging against one another to comfort herself, achieving little to nothing and the looking comfort she was now seeking was to be within her grandpa's space. she wanted to move, to take those small steps in order to stand beside her pa but her body didn't want to move, it was like she was glued to the place in which she stood. she didn't understand what was going on, mentally slapping herself in wanting to. wishing this was explained in the depths of a young teen's brain. but no adult would dare, not at her age, too innocent so it goes. her brain was like a marathon. a repetitive marathon. thinking the same things over and over again. gesturing her anxiety.
over her shoulder, the distant look of where glenn stood, his own frustration and disbelief stained his features as he stared up at the now blank screen which once beheld the subject that volunteered themselves to be put forth in vigil. this man's hangover, like it had been cured by the shock and vision. arms resting the white counter, haw dropped as such. the young girl couldn't blame him, everyone else was feeling just that.
"it. . could be microbial. viral. parasitic. fungal." all these ways of which this virus could be, what it was and how it was killing the body. really, the only words she came to know was it being a disease or pandemic. none of these words said gave her any clue on what the hell was going on, maybe fungal was self explanatory but the others, her brain needed longer to process these types of things. not that the time would ever come. "or the wrath of god?" jacqui asked, hand coming up to rest upon her hip while the other rested up, the disbelief was radiating from her body. "there's that." jenner replied, gifting the air with silence, eyes hinting at wanting to say more.
"somebody must know something. somebody. somewhere." andrea desperately wanted to grasp onto the little hope she had left, implementing the desire of knowing out there, even if it wasn't anywhere near close to them, that somewhere, out there, people were thriving and living. coping with all of this, dealing with the deadly disasters. "there are others, right? other facilities." the now pleading woman, carol, linked optics with the doctors back with hope of her own. given the silence, jenner was reaching far in his brain for information. "there may be some. people like me."
