Cara, the third regeneration of the Time Lord called "Neas," brings her young companions Gumball and Darwin Watterson to 1982 Antarctica where they discover a disturbing alien parasite capable of mimicking whatever form it takes hold of. Trapped in...
Cara and the boys remained deathly silent in the shed.
Sometime passed since the gunshot rang in the station; they knew it was too dangerous to escape, so they stayed.
MacReady and his men arrived to deliver Blair.
Apparently, he was the one responsible for the gunshots, his paranoia having reached at an all-time high, according to MacReady. He was given a sedative and left locked with Cara, Gumball, and Darwin for an undetermined amount of time.
"So what're you in for?"
"Gumball," Cara reprimanded.
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"I'm guilty for knowing the truth," Blair told them. He set his sight squarely on Cara and added, "You were right. That thing is a parasite that can assimilate the entire population of the Earth within a few years. And, as much as Mac wants to disagree, I believe it's gotten to Clark."
"The kennel dude?" A disbelieving Gumball remarked.
"But he's such a nice guy," Darwin discredited.
"It can take on all of the characteristics of its host, sweetie," Cara told Darwin. "But what I don't get, Blair, is why you're specifically ruling out Clark."
"Because he was the one with the dogs!" Blair roared in a terrifying tone that startled Cara, Gumball, and Darwin. "He was with the dog that started this whole damned mess in the first place!"
"But I was with the dogs, too!" Darwin alarmingly noted. "Does that mean I'm going to be assimilated soon, too?!"
"No, dude," Gumball comforted. "You would know you were assimilated by now." He then questioned to Cara with the utmost uncertainty, "Wouldn't he?"
Cara could only shrug. "From what we've seen, the levels of what this thing can do are ambiguous."
"In that case..." Gumball said, taking a step back from Darwin. "Better keep your distance, buddy."
Offended, Darwin folded his flippers, giving his brother a cold glare.
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The next night felt colder than the previous.
Gumball and Darwin were basically huddled close to Cara, fighting to generate whatever heat their shivering bodies could.
Cara regretted the idea of wearing a thermal top with cleavage.
They were forced to dine on the food storage supplied to them.
"I wonder how MacReady and his crew are dealing with the thing," Gumball pondered aloud.
"Oh, I'd say about now they'd be gettin' about as paranoid as I was earlier," Blair nonchalantly depicted. "That's the thing's best defense. It feeds on human delusions. It's how it survives. Mac thinks he's got the situation entirely under control, but the reality is that he doesn't. By now, those boys are tearin' each other apart, one-by-one. It's in the nature of humans."
