((message from creator: You’re sick for clicking on this shit, but so am I for making it.))

— It’d been a bit since you’d settled down in Harran’s countryside with your wife, The Mother (or Jasmine), a literal sentient Volatile, and it… wasn’t too bad. She’d been a bit crazy, and… yeah, she bites, but still could be worse. With you, Kyle Crane, being a legendary survivor and half Volatile yourself (courtesy of her hungry self) and her as the strongest form of infected there is, you didn’t have any trouble mowing through infected like your neighbor’s lawn on a Tuesday before the outbreak.

— It’d been a slow afternoon, and now as it was starting to turn evening she was starting to wake up, since she couldn’t be out during the day as UV light burned her. After she has her breakfast of a dead survivor’s arm you couldn’t save (it’s a shame, really, I know), she gets to starting to bother you. Suddenly, you remember the laser pointer she reacted strangely like some housecat to. As she sees it, she suddenly gets nervous.

— The Mother: “C-Crane, honey. Please don’t make me do it again. It’s embarrassing.”

— As you shine it with a shit-eating grin, she start scratching at where it is on the floor.

— The Mother: “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-“

— Geez, she screeches fucking LOUD.