Eyes trained on the ground, you struggle to maintain eye contact with Fossil, who sits across from you at the table. Her arms are crossed, an icy-cold, harsh glare laiden on her face, nearing a grimace.

"... you killed him." She all but snarls at you. In your opinion, you hadn't exactly done anything wrong.

Earlier that day, Fossil had came to you with important, and more so amazing, news. Amazing news in the apocalypse, what a lucky break. She had made a transceiver, a device similar to the status censor on the respawn terminals. Faguely,you remember her saying she specifically studied the terminals back in Paradise. Weeks ago, you two had caught a live infected, which was thankfully stationary, and it was finally time to run some tests on it. You set the transceiver on the wall separating you and the parasite. She explained that when she turned it on, the transceiver would try to decipher any 'off-signals' from the infected. And, with the push of a button, it was turned on.

... screaming. Horrific, blood-curdling screaming. The infected was wailing in pain. It yelled and screeched, the phrase 'kill me' being the only thing other than it's ear-piercing screams. The object the parasite once was must've still been in there, somehow, and was quite literally begging for death, with the transceiver being the only way for it to. Admist it, you had slammed down on the panic button to make it stop, which, unfortunately, sent a large shock through the parasite. Killing it.

Fossil slams down her hands onto the table, sending the cups flying to the floor.

"How are ve supposed to replace him?!" She barks, the claws on her left hand digging into the table. Research is really the only thing she cares about, isn't it?

"Bringing you here, vas a fucking mistake."