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The groans of struggle and pain indicated that Fáng had begun to roll himself over, an arduous act that would eventually lead to him getting back on his feet but not before facing the beast once more. The man's fingers scraped the concrete floor, nails scratching the porous surface, leaving white chalk scars of fingernails and skin. He glanced over to see the monster on top of Kacey, sitting on his chest, arching back like a predator who had just scored their first meal ticket in a lifetime of hunger. 

[color=cde0e0]"What the fuck is wrong with you?"[/color] Quan's words came across faint, annoyed, and raspy. He was speaking to the woman who had broken their little party of survivors, pushing them to a low point that they didn't deserve, but most of all he was speaking to someone who had somehow lost their humanity in order to become a creature of her own species. He breathed out in a cool, mist filled breath indicating how the temperatures inside the building had dropped with the absence of powered heaters and natural sun.

[color=fe6f5e]"What's wrong with me?"[/color] Cerridwen returned the look, glaring darkly at the Asian, exhaling deeply through a lung that was gasping for precious air. She stretched in pain as she placed her left arm behind her body and felt the entrance wounds that were left by the firearm. The hollow indent was warm to the touch and stinging profusely as she prodded and picked. With curiosity and concern Cerridwen pulled her hand back around and looked at the blood left on her fingertips; a dry, crusty solution that was scabbing faster then humanly possible. [color=fe6f5e]"To be brutally honest, I don't really know any more."[/color]

[color=cde0e0]"Um... Cerridwen..."[/color] Kacey whimpered, drawing her attention back down. The boy had quickly pulled his hands up and over his face, shielding his sights from the torn prison uniform that wasn't helping in aiding her personal privacy. Cerridwen reactively noticed the action and with a swift, sweeping movement she backhanded Kacey's cheek. It was gesture that could have easily been avoided if he simply ignored what accidentally came into his view.

It was during the duo's disagreement that Fáng had crawled his battered body towards the wall, propping himself up and relaxing as far away from Cerridwen as possible. With his back against the vertical surface and looking back at the others and began to speak, [color=fe6f5e]"You're not like them, you're different."[/color] 

[color=fe6f5e]"What do you mean by [i]'them'[/i]?"[/color] she retorted, giving a clear indication that her time in isolation had removed much of her knowledge about the events of current.

[color=cde0e0]"They're calling them ferals, pretty much the fucken undead, capiche? Shit only started about a day or two ago, but the world started going mad."[/color] The look on Cerridwen's face showed immense curiosity, knowing full well that these changes she was experiencing started around the same time.

[color=cde0e0]"I was lucky. The inmate I shared rooms with—who just so happened to run off—was unaffected. Kaycee boy here managed to get the two of us out safely, but majority of the prisoners were ripped limb from limb. That's why we came to the solitary confinement cells, simply to find people that were still alive and well. Just didn't think we'd come across something that looks quite... like... you."[/color]

Cerridwen snarled knowing full well that his words were there to taunt her, test her shrinking patience. What she also knew was that she was far more aggressive than what she normally would have been, a lost sense of cool due to hours of being tortured by her own bodily mutations. Aching bones with a heated, intense pain; stretching skin as the lower spine extended itself to form a tail; and a jaw that tasted like constant blood from the teeth that fell from their once rigid holdings.

[color=fe6f5e]"So what am I supposed to take from this? That the world turned to shit, that everyone is out there being slaughtered by a hoard of animals? Please... The world was already crap before all this occurred."[/color] Cerridwen cast ver sights between Fáng and Kacey, sizing them up as ants beneath her, [color=fe6f5e]"All I'm interested in is getting out off this island, and unfortunately you two don't look too keen on aiding me."[/color]


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