“You’re the doctor,” the girl said.
The bunker was operational. Dr. Aris Voss was a thin, twitchy man with hollow eyes and a clean lab coat. He’d been working on his own cure for two months. Nothing worked.
“What kind of favor?”
“No. You finish the cure.”
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Or she could join the chorus. Let the prion take her. Become something new. Something that didn’t feel guilt or grief or the crushing weight of every single choice she’d ever made.
“We don’t have a choice.”
He locked her inside. She heard the inner doors breach eleven minutes later. She heard Voss say “I’m sorry” in a calm, clear voice. Then she heard him turn.