Bleary-eyed toil brought results, and there was a cure for ROM-199A. Now the problem came with administering it.
Down in the city, the makeshift strike team wielded
modified tranquilizer rifles and each of them had 12 cure rounds to use. The infected needed to be struck solidly in order for the cure to be injected-- they were instructed to aim
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Where was her mother? And Dr. Sera. She kind of, sort of remembered what she'd been doing, to get into this mess. And... and...
"Mom? Mom! Mom!" She flailed briefly, the movements slow and clumsy.
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Alessa was pacing still, sweating, her face contorted in rage and slackening when she was able to halfway keep it back. Doing this had made her incredibly weakened though, and despite this, her rage would push her against the bubble, dying to infect everyone with darkness and twist them, make them her underlings and have them as mindless minions to patrol Silent Hill forever...
And then she would come to, still infuriated with her captivity and inability to control her darkness.
She hoped someone would come and if not cure her, at least kill her and be done with it. She hated her body being used against her will.
She heard Sherry's yelling but could say nothing comforting: she felt pretty helpless herself.
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"How're you feeling?"
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Is he shooting at you?
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Her erratic movements made things a bit difficult, but Michael had shot worse before. He carefully laid the crosshairs over her chest, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger.
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