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Who: Cameron (closed)
What: Rising from the dead
Where: Infirmary morgue
Apparently, the body count from the assault by Shego and the vampires had been so high, they had just piled the bodies in the morgue for the moment. They would burn them later; to reduce the chance of a virus spreading, or of a new disease forming.
Cameron was one of those bodies. She was still in her pink scrubs, covered in blood, especially so at the neck.
When she woke, in the middle of a pile of dead bodies with a weird taste in her mouth and her body aching, not feeling like her own- she screamed.
She pushed the strange weight off of her, breathing sharply and looking around. Eyes focusing, things seemed.. sharper. Clearer. She felt lighter. Stronger. She smelled..
..blood. Everywhere around her, she smelled it, and she didn't smell it from on the victims around here.
She smelled it from in them.
She covered her mouth to keep from vomiting, shakily standing (why did her chest hurt?) and going to the corner. She pushed herself against the wall, still breathing like she had just ran a marathon, and tried to assess the situation.
Spike.
Spike had drank from her, he had killed her- but she wasn't dead? She was supposed to be dead.
Blood, all she thought of was blood and what it would feel like to drink it, to take a helpless victim and bite them, take them, drink from them-
She knew.
Cameron sobbed.
What: Rising from the dead
Where: Infirmary morgue
Apparently, the body count from the assault by Shego and the vampires had been so high, they had just piled the bodies in the morgue for the moment. They would burn them later; to reduce the chance of a virus spreading, or of a new disease forming.
Cameron was one of those bodies. She was still in her pink scrubs, covered in blood, especially so at the neck.
When she woke, in the middle of a pile of dead bodies with a weird taste in her mouth and her body aching, not feeling like her own- she screamed.
She pushed the strange weight off of her, breathing sharply and looking around. Eyes focusing, things seemed.. sharper. Clearer. She felt lighter. Stronger. She smelled..
..blood. Everywhere around her, she smelled it, and she didn't smell it from on the victims around here.
She smelled it from in them.
She covered her mouth to keep from vomiting, shakily standing (why did her chest hurt?) and going to the corner. She pushed herself against the wall, still breathing like she had just ran a marathon, and tried to assess the situation.
Spike.
Spike had drank from her, he had killed her- but she wasn't dead? She was supposed to be dead.
Blood, all she thought of was blood and what it would feel like to drink it, to take a helpless victim and bite them, take them, drink from them-
She knew.
Cameron sobbed.