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[The PDA clicks on when Alex rolls over onto it. For a while there's just darkness and a scraping noise as the virus gets up. Slowly. Unsteadily. The PDA is peeking over the side of his breast pocket, his lower torso and legs visible as he sits up. You can see the flap of his pocket occasionally getting in the way of the lens as he moves to look around.
It's an abandoned warehouse, overgrown with vines and full of rubble. Alex grunts as he gets up, staggers, and leans a moment on a large hunk of concrete that was probably part of the roof once.]
...The fuck...
[He's still for a while, and then suddenly there's a burst of movement as Alex picks up incredible speed heading towards a wall. For an instant he looks as though he's about to crash into it, and then what was vertical is now horizontal as he runs up it, and leaps through the hole in the roof. There's an arc where you can see the crippled city skyline, and then the sky, and then the roof below. He lands hard on all fours, cracks spreading out from the crater he left, and he's off again at an impossible speed, the sounds of the roof caving in getting quieter behind him. He clears the distance to the next building easily, running up the side until he reaches the roof, and jerks to a halt at the edge. He seems to be looking out over the rooftops, and there's another mutter from the gruff voice.]
...The hell am I...?
[It's then that he notices the PDA and he plucks it from his pocket, bewildered and at last you see his face. Well, most of it. What isn't covered by a charcoal hood anyway. And it might have been a pretty handsome face once, but whatever happened to this guy seems drastic. His skin is pale and sallow, the only colour is the inflamed red around glassy pale eyes, He looks like he last slept when he was dead. And his expression is frozen in what seems to be a perpetual scowl.
He's flipping through the PDA, seeming to quickly get the hang of it. There are subtle changes in his face. Annoyance first, surprise next, bewilderment, disbelief perhaps, and then a cold rage.
He flips back to his own frequency, and decides to leave a post.]
Where the hell am I and who do I hold responsible?
It's an abandoned warehouse, overgrown with vines and full of rubble. Alex grunts as he gets up, staggers, and leans a moment on a large hunk of concrete that was probably part of the roof once.]
...The fuck...
[He's still for a while, and then suddenly there's a burst of movement as Alex picks up incredible speed heading towards a wall. For an instant he looks as though he's about to crash into it, and then what was vertical is now horizontal as he runs up it, and leaps through the hole in the roof. There's an arc where you can see the crippled city skyline, and then the sky, and then the roof below. He lands hard on all fours, cracks spreading out from the crater he left, and he's off again at an impossible speed, the sounds of the roof caving in getting quieter behind him. He clears the distance to the next building easily, running up the side until he reaches the roof, and jerks to a halt at the edge. He seems to be looking out over the rooftops, and there's another mutter from the gruff voice.]
...The hell am I...?
[It's then that he notices the PDA and he plucks it from his pocket, bewildered and at last you see his face. Well, most of it. What isn't covered by a charcoal hood anyway. And it might have been a pretty handsome face once, but whatever happened to this guy seems drastic. His skin is pale and sallow, the only colour is the inflamed red around glassy pale eyes, He looks like he last slept when he was dead. And his expression is frozen in what seems to be a perpetual scowl.
He's flipping through the PDA, seeming to quickly get the hang of it. There are subtle changes in his face. Annoyance first, surprise next, bewilderment, disbelief perhaps, and then a cold rage.
He flips back to his own frequency, and decides to leave a post.]
Where the hell am I and who do I hold responsible?