[cream of the cop] Day Four
Friday Morning
Ilsa hasn't been feeling well. As if trying to kill the people here who mattered most to her wasn't enough, she has been drinking the milk. She wanted no more repeats of Tuesday.
Wednesday was not horrible, the mild poison was remarkably like the flu symptoms she had treated in others in the past. She had been able to treat it empirically, get through work, hide most of the symptoms from her assigned housemates and still get up early enough to drink the ration on Thursday.
That had been the Extra Fortified Milk. In her state, the poison had done its work before she could even get to the basement door.
So Friday morning found her in her assigned bed, alone. Panic woke her faster than a shot of cafe Cubano, and she rushed to the kitchen.
Ilsa hasn't been feeling well. As if trying to kill the people here who mattered most to her wasn't enough, she has been drinking the milk. She wanted no more repeats of Tuesday.
Wednesday was not horrible, the mild poison was remarkably like the flu symptoms she had treated in others in the past. She had been able to treat it empirically, get through work, hide most of the symptoms from her assigned housemates and still get up early enough to drink the ration on Thursday.
That had been the Extra Fortified Milk. In her state, the poison had done its work before she could even get to the basement door.
So Friday morning found her in her assigned bed, alone. Panic woke her faster than a shot of cafe Cubano, and she rushed to the kitchen.