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[ The garden ]: This area is a beautiful garden, but from it rises a tree, spanning high, high above you. The garden itself is overflowing with opulent green, it is strange to see so much nature mixed in with knowledge and yet, it makes so much sense to you as to why.
The garden itself is supported and maintained by swathes of Infected. The maintain their human forms and lumber around in a zombie-like state. They all wear grey coats.
The garden itself is supported and maintained by swathes of Infected. The maintain their human forms and lumber around in a zombie-like state. They all wear grey coats.
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The infected seems to have lost it's entire lower half, replaced by vines that slowly idle forward and backwards in uneven clumps. Occasionally, it falls, and then the vines pull its torso back up and tilt its head back to normal. It seems to be stuck holding something in the air, though the something it was holding is long gone, as it just pantomimes the action. The name on their nametag reads Dave Adolph.
With the story seemingly complete (and short, and missing quite a bit of details, and also source??), it seemed there was nothing left to do beyond just staring at the rotten food and contemplate who had once gathered in these halls. Together the two left the strange dining hall and checked outside, perhaps in a strange attempt to stretch their legs despite no longer truly having any. Taysia didn't like viewing it as slithering however, and so she most thoroughly walked about. It was still hard for her to process the fact that she wasn't even...
Her vines shuddered and compacted into a more solid humanoid form. In contrast, the older woman from before was rather loose in silhouette, seeming to have thorny horns take up the mass where her arms might have used the length. Why? Who knew. (And wasn't that just the key here? Who knew what? Knowledge was such a key part of this.)
Outside was a beautiful garden, though the intense green colors made her nervous. Despite being part of the whole of Creation now, Taysia still felt wary of what she had witnessed by touching those flowers in the hospital zone. What if something got triggered and she had another seizure? But the longer they wandered, the more she relaxed. There was nothing left to hurt them. Even the infected were at peace here, in a way, still tending to the garden like mindless automatons. She drew close to one and watched him sway unevenly in place, holding something she couldn't see.
Taysia didn't quite question it; after all, she remembered distinctly getting hit by large invisible creatures herself. For all she knew, what he was doing was very important work.
