Chapter 83
That was it.
There was nothing more to say, no other discussions or negotiations to be had. Id consulted both Kinsley, and afterwards Talia. Talia hadnt known anything of the Eldritch, her advice remarkably neutral, as Kinsleys had been.
Its ironic, in a way. When youre conditioned to take the selfish option for the sake of survival its easy to make decisions. Everything is binary. Plus or minus. Positive or negative. Black, or white. Its when you have to think outside yourself, consider multiple factors, that the colors begin to bleed.
A movie played on repeat in my mind.
Scene after scene of the people beneath my feet, losing their minds in a never-ending haze of pain and confusion, losing consciousness as their neurons extended, merging with muscle tissue, nerve-endings, and violently twisting organs.
Then, slowly, some sort of amalgam of consciousness and sanity emerging as they realizedthrough a lens of endless agonywhat they needed to do to make it stop. Painstakingly, they learned to move their form, coordinate, struggling against their senseless transformation, slowly moving the fuel to end their suffering, working tirelessly to fill the receptacle as their cruel reality of their body fought against them.
And after they finally filled it, a wave of transcendent blue-and-green magic descended on the scene like the aurora borealis. Slowly, painfully, the sea of flesh separated, dividing up as bodies mended over the course of hours. Given the size difference, the baby who dropped their pacifier would be first, along with any other children in the region. Wails and cries of the young and abandoned would rise over the region, quieting slowly, one at a time, as their parents came to claim them. Desecrated families, restored.
A hundred-thousand people. Potentially more. All with a second chance at life.
I wasnt going to kid myself. Pretend this fate was better than living out whatever the next few months in the dome would be like.
Anything was better than this.
A ball of lux approached the doorway. I watched it, impassively. The flesh and ground had thinned out around me, so it was difficult going, a single, finger-like protrusion propelling the lux forward in a series of slow, ineffectual taps.
I went down on one knee and reached out, stopping the globe in place.
Another finger formed, emerging from the pool of flesh, prodding at the lux, as if unsure what had stopped it. An eye opened on the ground a few inches, blinking several times before it squinted at the lux. The fingers prodded at the lux again.
My hand shook as I held it firm.
Something whispered in my ear. Phliiithe
I searched for the source of the voice, finding a half formed hole in the doorway, a protrusion hanging beneath it that vaguely resembled a lung.
Pleeeeess another voice said, the source vaguely off to my left.
Pleaaaase
Save usss
So cold
Is someone there anyone
Please
There was a possibility this was all just a shadow-play. Manipulation by an entity that wanted nothing more than to devour and spread. Still, I forced myself to look. To listen to their mewling, desperate voices. That felt important, though I couldnt begin to justify the reasoning.
A frail, skeleton-like hand shot out from the ground, fingers closing around my wrist. It was the most intact portion of a human Id found, besides the wall-monster loading the receptacle. It flinched at the sensation as the flesh bubbled where it made contact with my armor. I nearly grabbed it to wrench it free, when a skinless face emerged from the ground beside it. It stared up at me with an eternal grimace, the pain in its expression all too clear. Its head was too small to be an adults.
Does the entity know I have siblings?
Does it even matter?
Why Its voice was middle-pitched and raw, riddled with vocal cord damage.
If you fill the container, whatever happened here might spread to others.
My name is Joshua Denbrough
Were not organized enough to stop it, if that happens.
I live at three zero four five Oakwood Avenue Apartment five eight two
Countless people will die. My voice cracked.
Everyone in Region Six is gone.
Everyone? Sara asked, stunned.
Did you not hear me? I was yelling over the sound of the engine, probably louder than I needed to. Theyre gone. Its bad, Sara. Chernobyl bad.
Jesus.
I saved your life, and your guild masters life. You fucking owe me.
Uh. Yeah, you did. Whats with the hard sell?
I did what I could. It screwed with my head and I cant think straight. Theres still room for human error. Think Pandoras box, but worse. You need to get everyone in the network to stay clear, especially people with relatives or friends there. Lie. Bullshit. Whatever you have to do.
Zombies? Her voice was tinged with disbelief.
Way fucking worse.
God, worse than zombies, why am I not surprised. Ill handle it. You don't have to call in favors to get me to keep people out of harm's way. Sara hesitated. Myrddin, how much off-time have you had since this whole thing started?
Theres no paid lunch in the fucking apocalypse, Sara.
Youre swearing more
Really!
And you literally screamed at me when I asked you to repeat yourself.
Had I? I didnt remember it being that explosive, but now that she mentioned it, my throat was raw.
When was the last time you took a breather? Sara reiterated, emphasizing every word.
Do inter-region negotiations and pondering existential horror count? I snapped.
No. I dont think they do, Sara said quietly.
Then I had to think about it. Id been running on high alert ever since I sprinted out of the tunnel Jinny died in. Even then, in the chaos, it was hard to say. I dont know.
Were six hours in, Myrddin. It doesnt even have to be a long break. Just take five.
Im holding lux, I cant exactly pull over.
Ill guide you to a safe zone, theres not many, but theyre well spaced out and more are cropping up as time goes on. Tell me where you are.
I nearly told her. That alone spoke to the fact that she was right about how tired I was. I bit my tongue before I could rattle off the cross-streets. When wed met, shed let me keep one lux. Nine was a different thing. Five dollars on the street versus a bank-bag stuffed with cash.
Sara seemed to realize why I was hesitating. You dont trust me.
ItsI dont trust easy.
No, thats smart. Other Users are getting more problematic as time moves on, I dont blame you. Just take five minutes for yourself when you drop off the lux? Weve already lost enough good people today. From the unsteadiness in her voice, I gathered that she wasnt just talking about the scout.
I forced myself to stop gripping the motorcycle like I was choking the life out of it.
Okay. I will. Stay safe.
You too.
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I flew by my apartment complex, pushing seventy. The last thing I wanted to do was open myself up to a last-second ambush and interception. There were a few Users milling around near the receptacle, decked out guys I recognized from both the gear and self-important airs as being from Rodericks lodge.
And just beyond them, in a small clearing, was the region two receptacle.
