WHITHER, O WHITHER [MICA] Dec 7, 2014 21:35:12 GMT -5
Post by Pompeii Lenore on Dec 7, 2014 21:35:12 GMT -5
The leaves were coming off the trees again. Last time, cold, white stuff had fallen over everything after all the leaves were off, and then when that was gone the leaves came back. Pompeii figured someone had taken them down and put them back up. Maybe that was somebody’s objective. Maybe it was just some strange thing the abominations did. Either way, she couldn’t imagine what the point was. She wasn’t going to ask the other viruses. Maybe she should ask the next shifter. Maybe this year she would catch whoever it was and ask them directly.
Pompeii paused with her snout to the ground. She was learning to follow scents, or rather not to continually switch between trails. They’d all be dead one day, but for now she would have to just chose one if she hoped to get anything done. There were many scents here, but she knew which one to pad after.
At least the scattering of leaves on the pavement was light, and therefore easily avoided. She’d learned not to make noises when hunting for things; they might hide or run if they heard you coming. Of course, it was only for food that she had to stay quiet right for as long as possible. She’d killed a shifter that way only once, charging it silently and killing it quickly. All she ever heard from that one was those screaming noises. Afterwards the mind voices were incessant. What did it talk like? What could it have explained? Did it want to live? Even now these questions became itchy. It made no sense; Pompeii’s one objective was to kill the abominations. The Whitecoat’s objective was all that mattered. Should have mattered. The mind voices, however, were becoming louder and louder, reminding her of all the things she didn’t know. They were constant and that felt important. Why wouldn’t the Whitecoats have said anything about that though?
What the striped virus did know was that she had time, and she had help. Much as it pained her to share the hunt with other viruses, it did mean she didn’t have to hurry to complete the goal. There was time enough to engage the shifters, learn as much as she could from them before finishing them. They didn’t deserve to have all that information anyway.
The trail rounded a corner and then, there it was. Now it didn’t matter if she stepped on any leaves. They were always more fun if they thought she was safe at first. She did have to be careful, though. Sometimes they knew she was a virus. Those ones ran away or attacked from the start.
The creature trotted in an arc, stopping once she drew even with her target. One wide, unblinking eye stared at it from the side of her head. She wanted to see how it chose to respond.
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