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!em3oEn8LAg 05/12/10(Wed)01:54 No.9767014>>9766832
>honestly, I'm going to start playing it that way
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You explain everything that's happened so far. (still leaving out Garfield, as no one's really said "let's tell him our blood talks to us"). Walters listens intently; his eyes flash anger for a moment when you tell him that you are Subject 82, an Arkham escapee. When you finish, he thinks for a long moment. The night is still; you're driving again, putting distance between yourselves and the entity.
"Well, you're not exactly the only Arkham escapee we have on our hands at the moment," he says. "You seem like you've got..." he eyes your scarred wrists, "...MOST of your shit together. And 13, as far as I can tell, was tearing shit apart before you ever touched her. Everything went to hell in the weeks after her escape though; subjects at Arkham used the chaos to start a fucking riot like you wouldn't believe. Most of them have gone to ground or started terrorizing cities, the eastern coast is under martial law. We've moved headquarters to another station outside Chicago; this one was for research, so we've had to confine what few subjects we have left under some pretty shoddy circumstances."
He pauses, thinking.
"The best I can do for you is to let you go. I need to join up with the rest of the survivors within a few days, and if you're with me they're going to find out about you. I can say you were nothing more than a kansas girl, that I dropped you off at your house just like you said." |
