P8- A Plan -pt. 2 "Now let's see what we got here."More Like This
Dallas looks around the dark room. There was really no need for her to read the sign on the door. By the look of the wires around her and the energy humming in the air, it was the control room of Frostlorn. She steps over the twisted body of a guard and approaches the computers.
She elegantly sits down on one of the stools and looks at the screens, each showing different hallways of the underground science complex. All of them were empty. She gets out her gun and looks at the buttons and signs covered in symbols. She couldn't read them, so the closest thing she could do to hacking was shooting randomly.
"CAFE shield controls," she says loudly, seeing if there was some kind of voice control. Surely enough, a small holographic projection pops up.
"How can I help you?" The computerized voice makes Dallas's ears twich, and she places a hand on the holographic circle.
What if Alastor...-had to eat something gross or a food they dislike?More Like This
My body shivered uncontrollably as I stared down at my bloody palms. I hardly glanced at the cold, lifeless body that lay before me. One I had brutally torn apart and bitten several times in an act of desperation and self defense. My mind was panicking. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even gather my bearings. My instincts were screaming at me as my hunger kicked in. I had pushed aside my hunger for far too long and now here, lying before me, was a fresh kill, waiting to be eaten.
I shook my head attempting to vanquish those disgusting vile thoughts from my mind. I-I can't. No I just n-no! My stomach ached from hunger. I could feel the poison within my body stirring, roiling up and exciting my instincts even more. In my mindset, feasting on a human's flesh was more than unbearable. To my instincts, it was nothing more than an act of survival.
It was practically a war in my head; a fight between my survival