In front of the dorms, Friday

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Squall didn't know what to do about the people getting sick. He didn't know what to do about the creeping grayness of the land, or how to fix things.

There was one thing he could do, though. And he could do it very well.

Beside him lay a pile of dead creatures, slowly leaching foul fluid into the grass. Some of it was blood. Some of it was green and globby, or thick and black and inky, or a purple that almost seemed to glow. Where it had spattered on Squall, it sizzled and slowly burned away at his leathers.


None of the twisted animals were going to get NEAR the front door of the dorms -- not if he could help it.

(Open like an open thing!)

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"Because we can't stop ourselves from being heroes" wasn't an answer Squall wanted to say out loud. So he looked for some other excuse.

"There's a good chance we're already infected," he told her. "And just not showing symptoms yet. If we 'get the fuck gone', we could spread it."

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"I hate logic," Kate groused. She also didn't like being reminded that it was possible she'd go that way. Usually she had a certain amount of immunity from viruses. Her blood chomped even the nasty ones, like Lyc-V and vampirism for breakfast. This one? She had no idea if it would touch her, and didn't want to find out.

"You're a very uplifting guy. Cheery, even. Did anyone ever tell you that?" Probably not, she was guessing. Sarcasm was fun.

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Squall gave her a dour look. "All the time," he answered flatly.