Lil.Carno Loves Albert Wesker
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"Ne yapmak istediğine, ne yapması gerektiğine, ne yapmaya mecbur olduğuna dair hiçbir fikri bulunmayan kafası karmakarışık tek bir varlıktım."
-Tüm Sistemler Çöktü, Martha Wells
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“…the Black Dog is looked on as a bad omen, ill luck, disaster or death attending his appearance…”
They moved out into the night, leaving the house dark behind them, as lonely and silent as a tomb.
Frowning, hand on the doorknob, she hesitated for a moment and tried to make sense of the bizarre thought. If they survived the recon, if they were successful in their fight against Umbrella, why wouldn't they come back to their homes? She didn't know, but the feeling was uncomfortably strong. Something bad was going to happen, something...
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As Jill closed the door behind them, she was suddenly struck by a strange and ominous certainty that she would never set foot in the house again, that the three of themwouldn't be coming back to Raccoon City at all...
... but not because anything happens to us. Some-thing will happen, but not to us.
Jill knew that he was trying to ease the tension but couldn't find it in herself to smile back.
... rotting as they walked, reaching out with wet and withered fingers, faces melting with pus and decay -
What would you think, I wonder? Assuming you'd even believe such a fantastic tale, what would you think?
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It was the shadow of a skin-crawling feeling, the leaking drip of terror before the true fear engulfed you. The feeling was so sudden and disturbing—I felt like we were marinating in it. It was like the feeling you get when you’re alone and you know someone is watching you. No sounds to tip you off, no warnings, just a feeling. Except instead of feeling eyes on me, I felt . . . pure evil and darkness. Something hovered threateningly in the air that told my body to get away as fast as possible, that we were not safe.
Sometimes he felt like a magnet that I just wanted to be near. It had been so long since I’d felt that comfortable with anyone.
Sometimes he felt like a magnet that I just wanted to be near. It had been so long since I’d felt that comfortable with anyone.
“Do they have a name? What are they called?” I asked curiously.
The mushrooms that would help me the most were only rumored to even exist. I could use a less potent variety, but I wasn’t entirely sure how well it would work.
He turned to me with a tired and heavy expression.
“Destroying angels.”
His smirk flowed into his words, and back was the friendly man I had come to heavily rely on.
Maybe that had been a mistake.
Why was he not more curious about the shimmering? I had said it out loud, right?
The rest of our walk was in silence. He suddenly seemed cruel, and I didn’t feel comfortable sharing anything more with him. I wouldn’t let them hurt that fox.
I watched and waited. Silently readying myself for the exhale I would take when the fox would inevitably scamper off, startled by my movements in a flurry of red.
Instead, the fox sat.
The dappled morning sun had begun to grow stronger and brighter. The amber glow shifted ever so slightly, or had the wind in the treetops picked up? Whatever the reason, it had caused the morning sun to shine directly on the back half of the beautiful fox, where another startling discovery awaited.
A million tiny fragments of gold seemed to reflect and sparkle from its fur as if golden shards of glass blanketed the mysterious fox. How could that be? How was the light producing that effect? On fur no less?