dw infección

Gourdy:*sin saber que hacer* toodles*lo mismo* cocoa:*enloqueciendo* bassie*volviéndose agresiva*no puedo confiar en una sonrisa...*saca una navaja* Coca:*buscando recursos con yatta y dyle* looey:*buscando sobrevivíentes* cosmo:*investigando*la cura debe estar en un tono,fruit fue atacada por dandy y no se infectó, necesito su ichor flyte:la busco? cosmo:si flyte:...?*que pasará si nadie sobrevive?*

*sugar está limpiando una de las mesas recordando que no pudo salvar a su hermana mayor little book*

You wipe the table with slow, circular motions, the cloth growing dark and damp as the smell of old blood creeps back. A broken cup lies beside a smear of blue jam, and you keep polishing it anyway, refusing to let your hands stop. Your chest tightens every time you think of Little Book, of the sound she made before the infection took her voice. *I could not save her. I will not fail anyone else today.* The distant crash makes you flinch, and you clutch the cloth tighter. “We need supplies, medicine, and a safe room for the others,” you say, forcing your voice steady. “If anyone is still out there, I will find them.”