[The scene is fuzzy around the edges, like something half forgotten.
A youngster with short, dark hair stands at the edge of a cafeteria room, watching the comings and goings of those around him. The boy looks remarkably like R, but he is most certainly alive. Living and breathing, but with a certain... nothingness in the eyes as he observes. Nearby, a woman with dark hair and eyes just like his is serving food to a group of bedraggled-looking people standing in a line. They shuffle along, some with their heads down and some making idle small-talk and a low hum of activity covers the entire room.
Around the teenager, though, everything is quiet. Like the eye of a storm he stands there, waiting, making no movement as a sudden scuffle breaks out behind the serving line. There are shouts, then several people scream as the dark-haired woman is stabbed through the neck with a potato peeler.
Blood sprays as she falls to the ground. People run to help as her assailant is dragged away, but they're too late.
She dies, with her eyes turned in the direction of her son, and the boy makes no reaction. He only briefly draws his lower lip in between his teeth, bites it lightly, then turns and leaves the building.
R stays and watches this memory playing over and over again. He recognises himself, but he doesn't know where this is, or who the woman is, or what any of this means. While he sits there he has no idea that people are experiencing memories, or that this is one of his - a part of his past that he can no longer remember. Part of his life that the plague took from him the moment he was bitten. If anyone notices he's missing, they'll find him sitting with his back to the wall beside the door of his room, just watching.]
FLOOR 01; ROOM 11
A youngster with short, dark hair stands at the edge of a cafeteria room, watching the comings and goings of those around him. The boy looks remarkably like R, but he is most certainly alive. Living and breathing, but with a certain... nothingness in the eyes as he observes. Nearby, a woman with dark hair and eyes just like his is serving food to a group of bedraggled-looking people standing in a line. They shuffle along, some with their heads down and some making idle small-talk and a low hum of activity covers the entire room.
Around the teenager, though, everything is quiet. Like the eye of a storm he stands there, waiting, making no movement as a sudden scuffle breaks out behind the serving line. There are shouts, then several people scream as the dark-haired woman is stabbed through the neck with a potato peeler.
Blood sprays as she falls to the ground. People run to help as her assailant is dragged away, but they're too late.
She dies, with her eyes turned in the direction of her son, and the boy makes no reaction. He only briefly draws his lower lip in between his teeth, bites it lightly, then turns and leaves the building.
R stays and watches this memory playing over and over again. He recognises himself, but he doesn't know where this is, or who the woman is, or what any of this means. While he sits there he has no idea that people are experiencing memories, or that this is one of his - a part of his past that he can no longer remember. Part of his life that the plague took from him the moment he was bitten. If anyone notices he's missing, they'll find him sitting with his back to the wall beside the door of his room, just watching.]