感染 Infect

Infamiliar

INFAMILIAR

As of now, she was fine with dying. The girl was an optimist degraded to a monotonous shell. The people she needed to stay alive for vanished, spirited away. Her little brother was the age of 16, and her father Was a middle-aged scientist blessed with the knowledge of cyber -robotics. She was about nineteen, tasked with tending for both. She snuck in rations and supplies from the heavily guarded complexes, keeping Watch for those, government lackeys who wished to take the freedom of the innocent" As the military's situation intensified, it wasn't long before they started to jump boundaries, taking more and giving nothing but sorrow in return. The white-haired females crimson eyes had an image of such sorrow scarred into her memory when she returned home. The girl could hear armored trucks and the chatter of soldiers passing through the air realizing that it came from her estate. Instinctively, she had ducked for cover, hoping to stay out of sight but still being close to hear everything.

"Where is Gerard Grail? You and your family have the privilege of assisting us in our situation." She had peeped around the corner-- just to see her little brother fill in Where his sister was missing.

"We cant help you! My Dad doesn't want to help your sorry ass run experiments on the city!" Spoken from her resilient little brother. The female put a pale hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the faint cries, protesting that outburst. "Kannon, no. Please, no," her mind subconsciously repeated. With her own eyes, she saw him getting pummeled with a soldier's boot to his midsection. As the other struggled as Well, both were eventually subdued and dragged into the back of the truck, then whisked off into the distance. There Was a sick feeling in her mind, her eyes, her stomach... The urge to throw up and cry seeing everything she cared about thrown away and there being nothing she could do about it. The Grail daughter Walked inside of the empty estate, closing the door and collapsing shortly after, With the intent of never waking up.

Even with the locked doors, the female had failed to stay asleep, her ears picking up peculiar sounds. Gunshots and... the screams of soldiers? Groggily, she pushed herself up, not bothering to change from What she had on from that fateful night. She journeyed out to the ruptured and empty city streets, greeted with combat unfolding before her eyes. She ducked behind an alleyway to not get shot, and what the girl laid eyes upon nearly reinvigorated the hope she'd see her family again. A man with tentacle-like appendages had appeared, effortlessly dicing up the oppressive forces like a hot knife. his face was young-looking, but certainly, had a body and frame older than hers. The dialogue from his scuffles and the loud decree made that he Wished to liberate the city from the government's grasp. Now she learned, that there was still hope. She couldn't die yet.

It was a minute after his decree when the civilian crowds started swarming to be free. The girl took this time to travel up to him, body being pushed by the sea of escapists. Her crimson hues looked up at Sethard, her vocal cords inching out a question:

Why are you helping us?

Of all the things someone could ask, this little human was questioning his selfish actions like it was some sort of heroic act. Seth turned the idea of response over in his mind a few times, but the information he received on Habana was too present. A hand full of mental images and documents ready to be pried into. To answer this person would mean wasting precious time. The doctors location may be known but his stay there is not guaranteed. There was no answer here for the female, her life now belongs on the far side of the bridge.

Hell isnt for the innocent. Instead of leaving without a word, Lawrence pushed past the girl, leaving a single phrase that he personally considered to have every answer she needed. Blood stained streets, monsters running rampant in the inner city, military executing innocent bystanders, topped with the torment his own body is forced through every passing second; this was defiantly hell, and she did not belong here.