07-25-2016, 12:16 AM
It was always too much. Amber had endured so much hardship on this island; zombies, disease, ghouls, insanity, mosquitoes, and now the disease laid in front of her, plain as day. Only now, one of these damn things could turn her into a Fleshy. If circumstances were better, she wouldn’t take the risk, but it needed to be done.
“Carmel. If Arty doesn’t come back to us in time, I need you to do it. Take my sword and angle it against my neck. If I should turn feral, sever my skull from my spine.” Amber said as serious as possible.
“Maybe we should for Artur-”
“No, I can’t go on much longer. I need it now. If anything you’ll be doing me a favor. I wish not to be a zombie, and you wont want to deal with a Fleshy me. I'll be 20x stronger than him. I’m not only prime, but my semblance will still be in effect. You wont survive.” As much as Carmelita wanted to tell her no, she did what was needed. Amber picked the syringe on the left, because she was left handed, and feeling a bit lucky. The police officer removed it from its store space and hesitantly injected it into Amber’s body. She laid on her stomach and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the blade above her as Carmelita rested the steel in the air like a guillotine. Now, they wait.
“Carmel. If Arty doesn’t come back to us in time, I need you to do it. Take my sword and angle it against my neck. If I should turn feral, sever my skull from my spine.” Amber said as serious as possible.
“Maybe we should for Artur-”
“No, I can’t go on much longer. I need it now. If anything you’ll be doing me a favor. I wish not to be a zombie, and you wont want to deal with a Fleshy me. I'll be 20x stronger than him. I’m not only prime, but my semblance will still be in effect. You wont survive.” As much as Carmelita wanted to tell her no, she did what was needed. Amber picked the syringe on the left, because she was left handed, and feeling a bit lucky. The police officer removed it from its store space and hesitantly injected it into Amber’s body. She laid on her stomach and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the blade above her as Carmelita rested the steel in the air like a guillotine. Now, they wait.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber