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Survival (The Carrier)

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(the infected attack anything that moves whether it's infected or not doesn't even have to be human if it's alive and it's moving they go after it.)

Survival (The Carrier)

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(your reply was fine, and also yea I've been working on writting a novel with this plotline for about 3 or 4 years now. Unfortunately I haven't gotten very far but when I eventually finish it I'll let you guys read it, and yes your characters might be in it if I need another one to add but I don't promise anything. The only characters in it for sure are Clary, soul, kilo and Bruno.)

Survival (The Carrier)

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Clarissa froze. Staring with wide, terrified eyes. All color drained from her skin, she stood trembling. One hand covering her mouth, the other reaching towards Lucy though she slowly lowered her arm back down to her side and staggered away from the Carnage of the aweful scene.

A few small specs of blood stained her cheek beneath her right eye as well as in some place on the lab coat she'd been wearing over her torn night gown. She felt sick to her stomach and the nausea didn't exactly help her constant state of dizziness as she stared. Frozen. No sound escaped her mouth though her lips were parted. She barely even breathed.

She'd seen death. Of course she had. But nothing like this. That thing. . . It wasn't human. It wasn't . . . It wasn't right. It was a machine. Some sort of morbid creation made by corrupted minds. The sight of the blood, the metallic taste of it. The sound of bones being slowly crushed . . . All of it. It replayed again. . . And again in her mind. A horror film stuck in a loop.

Survival (The Carrier)

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(also! Considering the way Felix died I'm sure it's a bloody mess. . . Anybody who got blood on their skin has a 50% chance of getting infected.)

Survival (The Carrier)

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Clarissa had gotten up and gone towards the stairs but when Lucy pulled away from her she watched the child run and called her name as the younger girl charged into the middle of it all. She almost went after her but stopped.

Lucy was infected. She reminded herself. This little girl was essentially wired to kill. And no matter what Clarissa did in that moment, she wouldn't be able to cure Lucy. She utterly useless. But it wouldn't stop her from trying. No, she really didn't want to see any of this. But she also didn't want to look away and know that it still happened. These people. . . They were afraid, and sick and dying. And it was her fault. So Clary took a step closer, calling to Lucy again. Only to watch in horror as the male who'd broken the glass stepped into the fray.

"No!" She said quickly taking another step forward.