#MARIA POOOOOVVVVV LETTSSS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[gorbo-longstocking]

Chapter 10

Maria and Lindsay had walked three hundred and forty nine steps when she first saw it.

A rotter.

It was tall, wearing a turtleneck and a lab coat. Twin scars ran through its eyes, one fissure down towards its cheek, and the other upward, toward its skull. The pupils floating in the voids of its sockets were a bright golden color, too focused on the papers in its hands to focus on the people around it. Too bright, too intelligent, too... It looked like a skeleton and a porcelain doll crossed into something uncanny and wholly, unabashedly wrong.

Maria swallowed hard. Why wasn’t it attacking? There was meat everywhere, her included, but the rotter seemed too preoccupied with its notes to pay the flesh any mind. It — he? — seemed cognizant. Aware.

Alive.

Was there a cure? Had this group discovered a goddamned cure? She could only imagine the horrible things that they had to do on their test subjects, both living and dead, to get these results. Maria clenched her teeth to keep from hyperventilating.

“That’s a monster.” The rumble of Lindsay’s voice caused Maria to whip around to read her lips. “His name is Gold, but everyone calls him G. Do you want to say hi?”