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Survival (The Carrier)
Clary woke up as the sun rose the next morning, it's light shining on her through the window, disturbing her sleep. She shifted slightly and happened her eyes. Even though it hadn't been much she felt a little bit better after eating earlier. She partially sat up having to lean back against the wall to keep from falling as she got dizzy from the movement. Clary brought a timid hand to her head and winced softly as she looked around. She didn't know where she was, but already it was so much better than anywhere she'd been before. She saw the glass of water and the fruit left for her and took deep, slow breath before she moved to edge of the bed to take the cup in shaky hands and lift it to her lips. She took a sip, a drop of water spilling down her chin. Clarissa closed her eyes, taken aback by the instant relief at having the water. She took another sip and another and was slightly disappointed when she finished it and the glass was empty.
Jul 20th 2019 11:21
Survival (The Carrier)
Clary was light and easy to carry. She melted against him, not flinching or showing any hesitation to be near him. She let out a slow breath and shakily took the bag, she took a bite of apple and chewed it slowly, savoring the flavor and the juice on her dry tongue. She ate the apples as soul carried her though she didn't take the beef jerky, after a few minutes she fell asleep against him. Her heart was still beating steadily and she was breathing with mild troubles, she wouldn't die but she was weak and in rough shape.
Jul 20th 2019 01:25
Survival (The Carrier)
She didn't move or try to take the food. Doing much of anything was difficult and by the time the male returned Clarissa could barely even keep her eyes open. Her head lolled to the side and she was shivering though a thin sheen of sweat clung to her skin. She was feverish, her skin warm to the touch. But still she murmured the next few words of the song her smile having yet to fade.
Jul 20th 2019 00:56
Survival (The Carrier)
The others that were still alive snarled and scratched at the glass attempting to get to the survivor. But when the male stopped in front of Clary and put his hand to the glass she glanced up, her brown eyes dull and her smile warm. She lifted a hand and put it up to the glass as well, continuing to sing. It was a song and it resting easy and knowing that you're safe. It was promise that those who heard it would wake up tomorrow and things would get better. But she stopped as she went into a coughing fit, her breathing still labored.
On each door a clip board with the subject's files hung. Some neatly in order, other strewn about the floor. Clarissa's files were still there, only one or two papers missing. It had her number and age and status written on it. And where all the others said infected. Hers read 'carrier.' there were several notes and pages of information about her. Her reactions and the tests run on her. She had the virus. But she was immune to it. She was the first patient. The number on her file and on her skin was 001.
Jul 20th 2019 00:30