The Last Colony

Part 32

Sean shook his head, petting Chica's head on his thigh. He didn't believe Famine's words. Straightening up, he shakily mumbled back. "You're wrong. I will never like it here. You're all crazy..." Famine leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest as he told him firmly. "Every genius in history was called crazy. Now we look at their work as leagues ahead of their time. Human population was growing too fast. We don't have any natural predators. We as a species can kill anything that we unite against. However, on a molecular level... we are weak. It's a predator that we can't contain because humans are careless. We are top dog and we take that for granted. So much so, that a little flea seems like nothing... Until it grows into a swarm. Inevitably killing the dog. To cut overpopulation, sacrifices had to be made. Future generations will thank us." Sean gestured toward door, saying softly. "But Death said..." Famine rolled his eyes, telling him casually. "He told you about his bioweapon theory. While it is true that exposure to the virus gave us... unique traits. I don't see the virus as the next stage of evolution. That's his logic. Each of us sees this virus as something different."

Famine sighed lightly, lowering his gaze to Chica, when he informed him. "I know our ways are frightening. I won't pretend that we're entirely righteous. We are still human after all. But this new world is brutal and cruel. Unlike Noah's ark, we couldn't just steal the worlds best and brightest. We had to deal with whatever was left behind. This generation is cannon fonder. It's the generation that comes next that will be important to the future. Which is why YOU are so important to us." Famine uncrossed his arms to tap the microscope, adding confidently. "Take a look. This is your blood mixed with the blood from one of Death's Brute Hyenas." Sean hesitantly leaned over to look inside the microscope. He could see cells attaching to other cells and neutralizing them by absorbing them. Sean didn't know exactly what he was looking at, but Famine informed him coolly. "The cure in your blood works against the Brutes. Keep in mind though... This is just one test against a single form of the virus. But if more tests against the other forms of the virus work... You are the solution for the end game."

Sean peered at Famine through his bangs, asking him curiously in a cool voice. "Why are you telling me this? Aren't you worried that I'll take this information and run?" Famine leaned on his desk, propping his head up on his hand as he retorted bluntly. "How far do you think you'll get?" Sean puffed his chest up, stating out rather smugly. "Mark got away... So, I think I can get pretty far." Famine scoffed, flashing him a beautiful grin upon saying casually. "Mark and Mari got away because I made it so." The air deflated from Sean's lungs. Famine lifted his head, staring him down with a wickedness to his eyes as he whispered out so simply. "I knocked out both War's and Conquest's night patrols. I even manipulated Mari into escaping by slipping her a letter from an... anonymous friend. Then I let her take the fall for the dead patrols." Sean stared Famine down, mumbling under his breath nervously. "Why would you do that?" Famine inhaled deeply, before saying bluntly. "One. I make it a hobby to deny War anything he desires. It's how I manage to control him. Second. I know who Mari is. The granddaughter of the Canadian PHAC. The Public Health Agency of Canada. An agency that War destroyed quite recently. And she's the daughter to a leading scientist in the CDC of America."

Sean blinked, he really regretted not asking her more about herself. Famine waved a dismissive hand, continuing on simply. "While I could have held her hostage to root out her family in the Colony... Where Zero claims she was heading for that reason of meeting up with them. I have another reason for letting her go." Sean shrugged, trying to sound casual as he asked. "Which is?" Famine flashed him a smile, smugly saying. "Oh Sean... War overheard Mark's little chat with Zero. He was supposed to protect you... like Mark did for Mari... but have you noticed how you haven't seen him? They left you here Sean." Sean shifted in his seat uncomfortably, firmly stating out. "No. Zero might have. But Mark will come back for me. He promised." Famine blinked, before slipping out in a cool tone of voice. "So, you have no reason to doubt him? He's never let you down? He's never forgotten about you?" Sean felt a knife twist in heart, causing him to look away from Famine and clenched his jaw to keep it from shaking. Famine scooted closer, brushing the back of his fingers over Sean's neck as he leaned in to whisper by his ear. "That's what I thought... This world and its people are all heartbreaking. He can't see how special you are... but I can."