Epitaph, Part 9
9 – This City Is Killing Me Although Roan braced himself, it wasn’t enough. He knew it was going to be an assault on the senses, a cacophony not just in the aural sense but in the physical, olfactory, and visual sense. But he still wasn’t prepared for the volume of noise that greeted him, the multiple levels of digital and arcade noises combined with people talking – sometimes cheering, sometimes yelling – music, and noises of various machines that made his eardrums want to implode. The flashing lights and the smells of people and snack food and coffee made him want to start snarling and biting like a rabid animal. He kind of was. The lion was just too close to the surface right now, his anger was too overwhelming, and Roan felt like he was...
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More teasing of Infected: Paris. And still, it’s just a tease. Once outside, and looking around for security cameras that might have caught incidental footage of the incident, Roan caught a glimpse of the bumper of the car parked in the alley. It was an old car, a 60’s model at least (maybe ‘70’s – truth be told, he didn’t know his cars that well), and the windshield was blocked with cardboard inserts on the inside. Interesting. Usually such things indicated someone was living in a car, or just too cheap to buy a sunshade, but the age of the car and the rust on the bumper seemed to suggest it wasn’t being driven much. Was someone living in the car? If so, if they were here last night, they were in prime position to see someone screwing around...
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8 – Rumor Has It Doctor Rosenberg kept talking, but Roan wasn’t hearing her. She was just a voice, and she could have been in another room, speaking gibberish. Some bastards were out there, using Paris’s blood to turn others into tiger strains. It wouldn’t even take a lot of blood – just enough to coat the head of a needle would be enough to infect you if someone stabbed you with it. Now that begged the question, were they all willing participants? Or were some just unlucky bastards caught in someone’s else’s scheme? He tuned back into Rosenberg, saying, “ – half-cocked, okay? Without proper care, that blood’s unviable within twenty four hours -” “These people knew what they were doing,” Roan interrupted. “They staged a...
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