[The second she's let go, Mikan gasps for air, holding her neck. God, that had been tight... she really thought Monika was going to... No, it was the event! Yes, the event was doing this, not the real Monika. Maybe now they can talk, and try to rationalize things, make her remember.]
Mo-
[And this time the name is cut off much quicker.
There's no time to react.
She'll always remember her first deaths, as they were in succession. Slowly dying in agony from the zombie virus, and then being shot in the head when she was that monster. This is... different.
Worse, perhaps. After all, the first one was her fault, for thinking that as SHSL Nurse, she could find a cure. The second, she didn't know the woman, nor could she blame her. Mikan was a zombie, and going to kill and infect others, she had to be put down. So this is...
This is...
She tastes blood. Hot tears are running down her face. Whatever strength left in her touches her stomach, trying to get to her apron, she's a nurse, must get the gauze, must heal the wounds, must attend to the patient...
Her legs give out first. She can't feel her hands. It's getting harder to see. Patient suffering severe blood loss. Punctured organs.
'Mondo. Mondo, you said you wanted to be there for me. You said you'd protect me. Mondo. Mondo, please don't be mad'...]
Mmm...
[Is she saying Mondo? Monika? Murderer? Could be anything, could be nothing, like the last sound of a death rattle. Her eyes roll up. Her body goes limp.
no subject
Mo-
[And this time the name is cut off much quicker.
There's no time to react.
She'll always remember her first deaths, as they were in succession. Slowly dying in agony from the zombie virus, and then being shot in the head when she was that monster. This is... different.
Worse, perhaps. After all, the first one was her fault, for thinking that as SHSL Nurse, she could find a cure. The second, she didn't know the woman, nor could she blame her. Mikan was a zombie, and going to kill and infect others, she had to be put down. So this is...
This is...
She tastes blood. Hot tears are running down her face. Whatever strength left in her touches her stomach, trying to get to her apron, she's a nurse, must get the gauze, must heal the wounds, must attend to the patient...
Her legs give out first. She can't feel her hands. It's getting harder to see. Patient suffering severe blood loss. Punctured organs.
'Mondo. Mondo, you said you wanted to be there for me. You said you'd protect me. Mondo. Mondo, please don't be mad'...]
Mmm...
[Is she saying Mondo? Monika? Murderer? Could be anything, could be nothing, like the last sound of a death rattle. Her eyes roll up. Her body goes limp.
'I'm sorry.']