She was cornered, nowhere to run. John Doe let out a snarl, prowling forwards like a predator on the hunt. He looked so much different now after the accident; one of his eye sockets pulled out and replaced with corrupted code, his pupil pulsing red in the void where his eye should’ve been. His usual soft smile was stretched. His right arm was missing and replaced with a mangled spike covered in corrupted code that was spreading up his shoulder to his chest. His left hand was corrupted, his fingers extending to claws. His two feet were covered in corruption, and wherever he stepped a trail of corruption followed behind him.

“W-Wait! John Doe.. it’s me! Don’t you.. don’t you r-remember me?” She pleaded, tears rolling down her face as she looked up at him. “I-It’s me.. Please..”

John Doe’s eye stiffened. He seemed confused, and also angered at the same time. He stopped stepping towards her and instead lifted a hand to his head as if it hurt. He snarled and stepped forwards again, but his eye was softer than it had been. It was clear he had no control over his body.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. Please..” She sobbed. She knew she was getting to him. He just needed to listen.

She reached out a hand to him. John Doe paused, and hesitantly raised his hand to take hers. Before they could make contact though, John Doe’s eye went blank and he collapsed. The other survivors were standing behind him. Guest 1337 had knocked him out. Shedletsky, Two Time, and Chance all had their weapons drawn. 007n7 and Taph were starting to tie him up, with Dusekkar ready to cast a force field if needed with Builderman ready to build a sentry. Noob was following Elliot as made his way towards Jane Doe, obviously going to check if she was unharmed.