[Occam's Razor] [Occam's Razor] Occam's Razor: The Colorado Incident

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Just as Nadia was about to leave the room, glacing back at Jace, she was met with a piercing stare. "Huuuuuungry...." the man muttered. She froze for a bit as his casts begun to creak, hoping that he was just being his normal muscle bound self and hadn't turned into a flesh eating hulk, because if the latter was true then they were probably going to all be eaten. She looks over to Revelia, who had brought back some food, and then to Woods, "You may want to get our friend something to eat...ya know, before he decides that your arms and legs start looking delicious," the joke was in bad taste and she knew it, but the infection of her companions was fresh in her mind.


Leaving the room, after grabbing a pack of food for herself and Malcom, she headed for the showers were he was. This is getting crazier and crazier. It's been one problem after another and now on top of that we have to not only worry about getting infected, but now we have two...possibly three people already infected. To think that the future would be as challenging as this...and to think that it's only going to get harder from here Nadia thought to herself as she entered the Shower Room, noticing Malcom's head above the curtain line on the right side of the room.


She chose the first shower on the left side of the room, placing his food on his pile of close before she began to undress. She hadn't sustained any injuries since she had awakened, which she was thankful for, and she let out a big sigh of relief as she took off her armor and clothing. It was as if she had temporarily shed the weight and worries of their situation, and for a long moment she stood there just relishing in the silence and comfort of the sound of the running water. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she entered in to her shower, closing the curtain behind her and turning on her water. She jumped back a bit as the pipes spat forth ice cold water, and adjusting the nozzle and using her hand to test it, she didn't move back under it until it had reached the temperature she wanted. "You guys are going to be okay even though you got infected, right?" she asked, leaning both hands against the wall as she sat under the water, feeling the warmth run over her body and trying to wash away all the anxiety and uncertainty she was feeling.

 

[Kazanna]

By the time Nadia had spoken, Malcom was dressed again. He nodded at her absentmindedly, "I think I will be... I'm... Not sure about Jace... Physically he should be dead... We both took a beating... Even if I didn't show it at the time..." There was shrapnel on the floor still from where he'd let it fall as he pulled it out of his body. He glanced at it and frowned, a sigh issuing forth from between his lips, "We cant let him eat... none of us can eat for the next ten hours..." He muttered, his eyes glassing over as the infections genetic memories flashed into his mind. It started to become hard to focus as he pushed himself up. He stumbled and collapsed, his body crying out for sustenance of some sort as his own will fought the infections hold on him. "That's... That's how it evolves... God... No wonder..."


With a shudder, he tried to push himself to his feet, but failed to do so, his legs weak from the strain of the recent events. Malcom's frustration got the better of him as he smashed his balled fist into the porous rubber mat of the locker room floor. He felt it give slightly, then slowly rebuild. He knew, had it been any other material, it would have been a small crater.


With one last heave of effort, he moved to take his comm unit from his pile of armor and clothing. He slid the thing on and queued it for the medical rooms, taking his remote as well, he turned the volume on there once more, switching exsclusively to his channel, "Woods, Ne- Revelia, Don't eat, Don't let Jace eat, It's how it accelerates. We can't eat until it's finished manifesting in our systems. The Vaccine just rewrites it..." He shivered and closed his eyes, for a moment, "Make's it manifest slower... but not by much... forces it to dormancy... Woods, If you hear me, Don't let Jace eat."


He sat back against the lockers, his breathing had become heavy as the virus within him began to enter it's next phase of mutation. He shuddered and closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands, dropping his remote on the floor, it queued the haunting music back on to full spectrum throughout the facility, and there was little that Malcom could do to stop it.

 

[Morridan]

Jace's right shoulder slowly made its way off of the operating table. Metallic creaks and groans echoed from within him as the tightening bone shifted every so slightly and started to grind against the metal bars inside of them. "G-guuuah..." His tone was just one long grunt. Soon after his shoulder and right hand made its way over, his body rolled and met the edge of the table. His plummet was face-down and his arms seemed to hang in the air at his side. However as he fell off of the table, his hands and feet rushed forwards enabling him to land on his fingers and his toes. His head slowly tilted up as he hefted it up at them on all fours, one eye peeping hellishly through the mask. "Fooood."


He didn't hear Malcom's request, of course, and even if he did, he didn't seem to be the type who'd care. Slowly but surely, as the orders were coming through to Woods, Jace was making his way to his feet. A few drips of blood came streamed down to the bottom of the cast from the jagged 'teeth' as Jace exhaled the last bit of blood out from within his mouth. His eye seemed to show a great deal of pain as he strained himself to move, but at the same time it also displayed primal hunger. He had burned up a lot of calories in the grueling few hours he had been awake. And that, mixed with the vicious virus inside of him, he was on the verge of becoming crazed with the need to feed.


Suprisingly, as he finally rose to his feet, his height had seemed to change. He was now standing at 6'6'' tall. And the width of his shoulders were four inches wider with the subtle increase of muscle mass. His right foot shakily went forward and stomped down as he gurgled out a growl through the saliva that was all but flooding out of his mouth. "Plueeeh..." Once he had swallowed the mouthful of spit, he let out one more "Woman... Meat..." and continued to take one grunting step at a time towards Revelia.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Nadia listen to him talk while she lathered up, his words seeming to stick in her head which no amount of washing could remove. Jace should be physically dead? she thought to herself as she replayed the moment just before she left the room. She wasn't feeling too upbeat about hearing that news, although she wanted him to survive, it seemed that his survival meant that he was probably far from being human at this stage, but then again the infection is what was doing all this to his body. She was conflicted...Physically he should be dead, yet he's clearly alive. Does that mean that he's not even classified as human anymore? I wonder how bad the infection is in him if it basically revived him she thought trying to strike the thought of a Hulk-sized zombie with the Hulk's strength tearing the place apart.


The more Malcom talked the more dire their situation seemed to be, She had turned off the water by the time he had begun to warn the others about eating or letting Jace eat, which she hoped hadn't happened yet since she had suggested it when she left. The last thing she wanted to happen was Jace turn into a monster because of her oversight and her suggestion to feed the man.


Once out of the shower, Nadia put on her normal clothes, opting to not put on the full armor just yet. She sat down next to Malcom staring straight ahead, wondering about what the future had in stored for them. They had only been awake for awhile now and it seemed all hell had already broken loose, but with this happening it seemed that things were still capable of getting worse or at least harder. And when the ghastly music started playing, she tried to tune it out as she just stared blankly forward, placing a hand on Malcom's shoulder, not knowing if there was really any way to comfort him under the current set of circumstances.