•••••••••••••• Nine Years Later
"On my mark," I said.
"He's right there, I've got him."
"Okay... Fire."
Ryan pulls the trigger, and a quick, quiet crack escapes the gun's muzzle. The blighted falls over, bits of gore flying out of his chest.
"Sick!" Michael exclaims.
"But not a bad shot, eh?" Ryan says.
"Whatever, it's my turn."
Michael takes the gun, and aims for a second. "Ready... Take him," I say, and a second shot rings out, and another blighted falls over dead, this one with a hole blown clean through his neck.
"Ugh! I hate this," Michael exclaims.
"Then get back inside and screw around with the corpses with Dyonna," I say.
"At least there I'm not making a mess," he mutters.
At that moment, the door bursts open, and Dyonna stands there and exclaims, "Come here! You may want to see this."
We walk inside, and inside the compound with all of the other scientist lies a young person. But hadn't there been a blighted on that same table a moment ago?
"This elixir, when applied to the correct part of any living blighted's brain directly, can revive dead cells and the subject begins living right where they left off, with a healthy brain and a functioning body."
But there was something odd about the person on the table. Something... familiar.
Hayden?
