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The nausea in Sereva’s stomach knotted, her recollection of reality gone as all there was left for her was dreams. Shattered dreams that pieced together her existence. Her body was frail, shaking as she reached out for the door Her fingers tracing against the cold metal before she began to remember. Like a heartbeat pulsing through her body the memories flashed in her mind. She had been so careful, simply on a days job before calamity struck, forever cut off from any life she would ever really know. Her body was pushed and strained. Retaliating against bandints, ebbing into madness, there were so many new emotions that Sereva had been met with.
And yet it all came down to one.
She had secretly always knew in the back of her mind that she was infected, and that there would really be no way out. Its what she had to force herself to accept as she became part of the Mall Faction, as she built up a facade of false hope. There was always the turnout of death regardless of what she did. But she kept fighting on. She did not fear death-
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Or maybe it was them.
She was no longer herself, but she was themself. Their legacy, her legacy, all one in the same. Sereva saw herself as she saw the others who had also become her. Her consciousness was broken, only to be pieced back together with the virus as it consumed her.
They needed to be infected, it was destiny, it was fate.. there was no escape.
But this isn’t what she wanted.
It needed to spread, she was part of it, and they were part of her. This was who she always was.
But it wasn’t.
A crack began to make itself clear in this consciousness.
It was not complete.
Almost as subtle as she had become many, she had become her own again.
Sereva’s consciousness skimmed the area, her being pulsating, pounding by frantic memories and desires. The hope to become what she once was if it was even possible. As she took another moment realization began to come to her. Her surroundings only becoming clear as her mind calmed. The vines she had tried so hard to escape were now waning to her, bending under her will. Its because she had become one.
The vines began to create form and shape around her, giving the young woman a reason of movement. A source to find her true self. Slowly begining to move forward she searched around her. Hoping to find her body, to find who she once was. Her being struggled, the vines failing to stay cohesive for very long before Sereva had to reel them back in with her will. It didn’t stop her though.
In but a moment of searching her view rests on something, an inkling of a body in the vines. Her being pulses and lurches forward in hopes that it was hers. But she stopped, her vines only a bit away from the being.
It was the one who rescued her, the one she had tried so hard to fight off. Without even knowing what it was, who he was, he was nameless to her and yet she still felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. --- WIP
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Character HP: 50/50
Character's name: Sereva
Character's faction: Mall
Character's journal link: [x]
Character's survival stats:
#77
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
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Character HP: 50/50
Character's name: Sereva
Character's faction: Mall
Character's journal link: [x]
Character's survival stats:
#77BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
