[ the voices in a chorus continue, crying out for help. desperate. four's voice mixes in, too - begging. sobbing, begging it to stop.
it's the eighth galaxy and the milky way city again. it's the way the hands that grab onto his shirt and pull him down start sloughing off, shadow melting into shadow into shadow, melting into hands that look like bones. a smell starts to leak into the air - the smell of rot and sickness, the smell of death.
another voice, on top of them all - almost monotone. it sounds like someone reading from a textbook, boring.
The 'Rainbow Virus' is a self-replicating, highly contagious virus that destroys the structure of the body from its cellular base. Side effects include episodes of mania and high fever, violent outbursts, the rotting of the flesh and musculature system...In the Eighth Galaxy, the virus ran rampant as treatment on vaccuocereberals was difficult... 3.8 billion people passed away...eradicated...
but lu bixing is not rotting. the voice of lin jingheng is correct.
distantly, he hears it - he hears gideon, kon, he hears them all screaming for him to get up. he has to get up. he has to get up he has to get up. lu bixing pushes himself to his feet as the hands claw at him, puts his own hand on his shoulder, and with a herculean force of effort, starts trying to break through the sea of the shadowy hands to get up and across the stage.
four's voice echoes in reverberation, above it all. again, like she screamed again, as the flesh rends away and rots, stop it! please stop it! and the textbook voice continues,
But from the ashes of humanity, can come life. From the wreckage of the Eighth, vaccinations were finally made, and burning the body down to its core means just that you can rebuild it again. Stronger and better. Faster. Invincible.
he takes a dragging step forward, dropping blood, trying to get to four. amidst the chaos, something sounds like music, the faintest tings of bells, as the cacophony of voices gets louder, and louder. he's almost there, pulling on the hands like a conductor, grabbing one that clutches over his shirt and pulling it off of himself, trying to take the shadow in his hands. ]
Work with me. [ he hisses, as the hands shiver and melt apart and come back together, still grabbing at anything they can reach - dispersing away from zero's ankles and trying to find four, instead, specifically, ] Work with me. I need a syringe. Come on.
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it's the eighth galaxy and the milky way city again. it's the way the hands that grab onto his shirt and pull him down start sloughing off, shadow melting into shadow into shadow, melting into hands that look like bones. a smell starts to leak into the air - the smell of rot and sickness, the smell of death.
another voice, on top of them all - almost monotone. it sounds like someone reading from a textbook, boring.
The 'Rainbow Virus' is a self-replicating, highly contagious virus that destroys the structure of the body from its cellular base. Side effects include episodes of mania and high fever, violent outbursts, the rotting of the flesh and musculature system...In the Eighth Galaxy, the virus ran rampant as treatment on vaccuocereberals was difficult... 3.8 billion people passed away...eradicated...
but lu bixing is not rotting. the voice of lin jingheng is correct.
distantly, he hears it - he hears gideon, kon, he hears them all screaming for him to get up. he has to get up. he has to get up he has to get up. lu bixing pushes himself to his feet as the hands claw at him, puts his own hand on his shoulder, and with a herculean force of effort, starts trying to break through the sea of the shadowy hands to get up and across the stage.
four's voice echoes in reverberation, above it all. again, like she screamed again, as the flesh rends away and rots, stop it! please stop it! and the textbook voice continues,
But from the ashes of humanity, can come life. From the wreckage of the Eighth, vaccinations were finally made, and burning the body down to its core means just that you can rebuild it again. Stronger and better. Faster. Invincible.
he takes a dragging step forward, dropping blood, trying to get to four. amidst the chaos, something sounds like music, the faintest tings of bells, as the cacophony of voices gets louder, and louder. he's almost there, pulling on the hands like a conductor, grabbing one that clutches over his shirt and pulling it off of himself, trying to take the shadow in his hands. ]
Work with me. [ he hisses, as the hands shiver and melt apart and come back together, still grabbing at anything they can reach - dispersing away from zero's ankles and trying to find four, instead, specifically, ] Work with me. I need a syringe. Come on.