[ No more movement follows from behind the door. Simon is already scanning the room for anything useful, and pauses from it to shoot Hank a look right back, a bit startled and a bit sympathetic. There is something about practically Hank’s first words after that being “that poor woman”. ]
Yeah. [ His voice is grim and a strange sort of weary. ] Most of them don’t talk.
[ The room they’re in is an examination room of some sort, except, you know, more zombie apocalypse. There’s blood on the floor, more metal mold-stuff, and some X-rays of badly disfigured human parts.
They’ve been marked up with comforting notes such as remotely controlled? and I wonder how much of him is even left in there. ]
We find a portal, I guess. There’s no other way out of PATHOS-II.
[ He’s not even trying to be pessimistic. Simon is just... yeah. It just be like that down here. ]
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Yeah. [ His voice is grim and a strange sort of weary. ] Most of them don’t talk.
[ The room they’re in is an examination room of some sort, except, you know, more zombie apocalypse. There’s blood on the floor, more metal mold-stuff, and some X-rays of badly disfigured human parts.
They’ve been marked up with comforting notes such as remotely controlled? and I wonder how much of him is even left in there. ]
We find a portal, I guess. There’s no other way out of PATHOS-II.
[ He’s not even trying to be pessimistic. Simon is just... yeah. It just be like that down here. ]