[She's stalling, waiting for backup. For scientists with tasers and sedatives. Rita's breathing quickens. The physical symptoms are gone; now it's the paranoia that reigns supreme.]
It turns you into a zombie. A problem.
[And Vaughn hates problems.
(She's not a problem, though. For fuck's sake, she's been trying to solve it right there with him all year. She's a victim here, and all she wants is to be herself again. Who cares if she can't have kids once she's cured? She never wanted kids anyway.)
Rita moves towards the nearest building, a broken thing that won't offer any shelter from the elements but sure as hell gives her escape routes for when the reinforcements come.]
I don't-- wanna die like this.
[So she'll fight. Whoever comes for her, she'll fight them like she fought the monster that wanted to eat her.]
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It turns you into a zombie. A problem.
[And Vaughn hates problems.
(She's not a problem, though. For fuck's sake, she's been trying to solve it right there with him all year. She's a victim here, and all she wants is to be herself again. Who cares if she can't have kids once she's cured? She never wanted kids anyway.)
Rita moves towards the nearest building, a broken thing that won't offer any shelter from the elements but sure as hell gives her escape routes for when the reinforcements come.]
I don't-- wanna die like this.
[So she'll fight. Whoever comes for her, she'll fight them like she fought the monster that wanted to eat her.]