I Never Wanted To Love You (or did I...)

Words Part 2 // Whizzvin

A/N As requested by @criss_colfer_665 here is part 2.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of death

He'd managed to make it out alive. Of course he did, Marvin had been used to escaping situations like that. But he'd lost Whizzer. While running down a long corridor, the two men took different paths. Marvin wanted to go looking for him, but he would probably be dead before he found Whizzer. A year had passed since the incident and Marvin was certain he was the last person alive in the US. He could have been the last in the world for all he knew. The stress of surviving mixed with the uncertainty of safety was starting to take its toll on him. 

It was cold May night and Marvin had managed to hide in an old tree house somewhere in the south. He'd barricaded the door as best he could, but if a swarm came looking he wouldn't survive. But Marvin was far past caring. He felt numb. Numb to the core. He'd found his soulmate, someone who he believed to be dead already. But he certainly could be now. Marvin had never felt this low in his life. But Marvin had to focus on the new task at hand.

Marvin wanted to find the cure. The cure that had gone missing all those year ago. Sure he wasn't a scientist and had no idea what went into the cure. But if he could at least try and save the population, he would. Marvin had managed to track down the original base via the tracker. It was around 12 miles away from where he was staying. He set of that night.

~~ 4 Hours Later ~~

Marvin had made it to the base and it was clear that it had definitely been over run at some point with plague monsters. Door were destroyed, the security towers were falling down and half of the building looked as though it had been burnt down. As if on cue, the rain started to poor. Marvin pulled up his hood and ran into the building.

 He weaved his way through the corridors until he came across the lab. It looked untouched. The walls were still a pristine white colour, nothing was broken and surprisingly someone was working.

"What the fuck?" Marvin laughed.

The man turned round and pulled out a gun, "Are you infected?" he snapped.

"No! No I'm not, I'm clean." Marvin replied as he raised his hands in the air.

"Quickly shut the door before they hear us." The scientist said, putting his gun away.

Marvin shut the door behind him and approached the station the man was working at.

"I'm Professor Mendel, but Mendel is fine."

"Marvin, how long have you been here?"

"Since the start, I'm the last one left. It's hard to make a cure on your own when it's supposed to be a ten man job." Mendel laughed, but Marvin didn't find it funny.

"Why can't you just copy the cure you had before? Surely that's easier than running the tests again." Marvin stated.

"I would, if that were the case."

"I don't understand."

"There's never been a cure, so I have to start from scratch." Mendel casually said as he began to mix two different coloured liquids.

"Excuse me!"

"There's never been a cure. The government said it to keep up moral, so people wouldn't just give up. But then that put pressure on us scientists."

"There's never been a cure. Ever!" Marvin shouted.

"Now I understand that this is alarming, but I'm close to fin..."

"I promised my dying friend that I would find a cure for her and make sure that everyone was given a dose. And your telling me that it was all false hope."