Victim's POV

[Dream Scenario: Green Door]

He didn't want to go into the green door, it scared him, made him feel sick, but he had no choice, there was no where else to go. Vayne finally stepped into the door..... and was lost.

He used to be a hacker, and a darned good one. He would spend time in his room, using his computer to play games, and to make his way into systems that he had no right being in. He did it because he could, because no one could keep him out. It was a joy to him to be able to be where he had no right being, and that perhaps... no that WAS his downfall. If he could have only kept to himself....

He was arrested, and he ended up in the prison, maximum security since they could not trust him not to try again, not to break out and be in public finding other systems, and because of that he was in the prison when it all happened. When the infection started. It was because of that he had seen what he had seen...

Now he was here.. and he was fading... soon he would be no more. No one would remember him, it was as if he had never been.

Nothing left of him...

No one left to care.... no one had cared....why had he been at all?

What was the point of being if no one would remember you, no one new who you were.....?

He knew it was going to come to this... he knew that he was going to be nothing more than part of the virus...

This virus is a gathering of memories. Your existence has become a collection.

No.

Your legacy is a gift. You infect those remaining.

No, this is not what-.

You harvest. You feed. You gather.

This is not what you are. You were once-

This world is your vessel. The memories fuel your legacy.

You are not creation, you cannot be, there is still so much that-

- cannot be contained because your memories are not complete.

There was a tearing.. a severing as a small part broke free...

He had once had a body and he wanted it again. He wanted to be human again. He had to find a way.. he had to be human again. He felt something.. in so much as the vines he now was, could feel and he knew.. this was the one that had tried to save him. This girl who had been through so much, and all he could do now was try to save her in return.

He willed the vines and thorns to release her, and to his surprise they did, they recoiled and let the body go, enough that he could lift her gently and move her to a safe place. Soon he hoped, she would be rescued. He only wished he could say a proper thanks to her, because... she deserved it. She had done so much. Maybe she alone would be the one to remember him... as he had been. She would never know his name, or what he had done in life, but she would at least know he had existed. He was falling apart as he moved, losing parts of himself but he had to keep going, to get her out of here so she could live on.

Finally he found the exit, and knew he could move no more, there are shapes out there and they were not infected. He extended the vines, cradling the one in his arms, holding her out to the others, so they could take her away, save her from his fate. They do so, leaving with her, taking her to safety. He could only retreat now, and hope she could live a good life. Hope she could remember him... She was all that was left of him now, a spark...a memory.

As he headed back to the center he felt others, fragments of what used to be human, used to be like him, and he tried to share with them fragments of himself. Maybe someday someone here would break free and remember him too. He hadn't been a bad person. He had done all he could, but...it was never to be enough it seemed, not enough to live on...

Still with what little he had left, he would fight on.. until the last second he would fight to be remembered.