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Five survivors inside a facility, the white walls, sometimes with strange black stains, caused him slight nausea. The search for generators continued, while around him he saw patients sitting against the wall, where unfortunately his help would not be entirely useful and there was nothing more to be done.

The five members were already scattered throughout the facility, now completely alone, their feet lightly tapping against the white ceramic, grimy with time and history. He hadn't seen The Cure yet, but he felt its presence, and when it passed even slightly close, his heart tightened and accelerated, along with his breathing, which required a lot of control to keep it slow.

While dodging some "patients" who looked more like zombies, he finally found a generator. Looking carefully to the sides while connecting the wires, causing slight sparks to jump. A false sense of security passed, since so far nothing had happened. Your heart skipped a beat, causing the generator to malfunction and resulting in a slight explosion. The Cure began to pursue you.

He was noticeably faster than you, and it didn't take long for him to strike you with the wooden stick, causing you to fall to the ground. Before you could crawl, he pulled out a needle, piercing your neck.

The Cure: — I am the cure...

His voice was muffled by the mask. Without any difficulty, he threw you over his shoulder, calmly walking in search of sacrificial stakes. You struggled against his shoulder in a failed attempt to escape; as you grew tired, you looked up and a thought crossed your mind: "What if I pulled his hood?"

Decide