No-one comes out of this sane

[voiceinthedark]

Who: Sam Yao and YOU
Where: All over the mansion and grounds.
When: 19th-24th
Rating: PG-13. I think. Will change if needed.
Summary: Sam isn't suffering, but he's trying to help those who have. Certain revelations might make that difficult. (Huge spoilers for S2 M39 of Zombies, Run! onwards to the end of S3)
The Story:


19th-21st

[It's easy to tell that something has gone horribly wrong. The screaming, the people staggering around, angry or staring or arguing with people who aren't there, they're kind of a giveaway. And he's not sure exactly what's going on, what the problem is.

He feels useless. There's nothing he can do to help with this, except hopefully stop anyone getting hurt, and even then, he can't protect them all the time. He does what he can, helps Maxine at the clinic, tries to stop anyone hurting themselves or other people.

When Simon comes to him, paranoid and scared, of course Sam helps him. What else can he do for one of his Runners?]


22nd

[Anger, betrayal, they make him reckless, send him stomping and spitting away from his room, away from everyone he knows.

How can that end well?]


23rd

[When Sam revives, dizzy and sick and with one less life, he's in his bedroom, although he knows he didn't die there. Doesn't remember how he got back there. He can see, even though he remembers his eyes burning.

And then he sees Alice, blood oozing from a bite and demanding to know why he didn't save her. Alice and Ellis and Chris. Archie. His parents. He'd killed them all. he couldn't save anyone.]

Comments

[voiceinthedark]

Could have fooled me.

What do you think Van Ark wanted? He wanted us dead. Blowing up Abel kind of proved that! What did you think was going to happen?

You- [He stops dead and grits his teeth before turning away.]

I don't want to look at you. I'm going.

[luckynumberthree]

[ Simon almost argues. almost points out that yes, blowing up Abel had proved that, but that was when the bastard had found him. When Abel was a smoking ruin, when he'd spent three days trapped on the roof of a pavilion thinking he was the only one left. No one on comms, no one living in sight, no one coming after him. When he'd spotted the first zoms he'd recognized from Abel joining the mob holding him trapped, he'd given up hope that there was anything left. At that point there'd only been survival left to think about. He'd have agreed to anything. So he did. A devil's bargain. At worst, he thought maybe he'd be used against New Canton, who he blamed for this mess anyway. When it turned out not to be the case... well, it was too late by then, wasn't it?

But he didn't offer any of that, because in the end, it didn't change anything either. He'd still done it. Still caused death and loss and destruction. He was damned any way he looked at it.

So instead he just curled up tighter against the wall, buried his face against his knees, and let Sam walk away.

It was probably better that way. ]