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October 8, 11:42 p.m.
Grace: I’ll be fine. I hope. This looks like it leads outside.
Grace: Oh, god… What on earth—?
Girl: Who’s there? Is someone there?
Grace: I-Im sorry if I, um, surprised you. Cataracts… You can’t see, can you?
Girl: Who are you?
Grace: Was there someone in the other cell? Why are you in there?
Girl: Everyone’s gone.
Injured Doctor: Stay away from her!
Grace: Are you all right!?
Injured Doctor: Get away! Get away…
Grace: No, no! Hold on! No! No, no! I’m sorry. What is happening here?
Zombie Chef: Next iiis… Nnn… Nex…t. Next is… Wrong… wrong… wrooong. Dinner… at siiix… Aaat six… Right… awaaay. Noooot enough… ingredients… Not… enough. Main… diiisssh…
Zombie Cleaner: Who made a mess? Why the mess!? Whyyy the messss!? Thisss trash! Must clean! Come out, come ouuuttt! Won’t come out! O…out… Blood… eevrywhere…
Zombie Administrator: Ligh… Light’s on. Follow r-rules. Lights… o-out… Lights out… T-Turn off… lights… Too briiight! Liiigh… ooon… Too briiight…
Grace: No bullets.
Grace: Damn it.
Grace: What is this?
Zombie Chairman: Y-You’re fired.
Zombie Administrator: I’m sorry.
Grace: I hate this place. What if I can’t get out?
Grace: A perfect fit. Guess I need two more.
Grace: Weird. How do people normally get in here? Ugh, sorry about this.
Grace: Oh god… That’s too effective.
Grace: This might be useful.
Noisy Zombie Patient: Quieeet… Stop it… Shaddap… God… damn it. Sooo loooud… My head… Keep it dooown!!! I’ll… kill… it! That way! I’ll… kill iiit!!! Kill it!
Grace: Locked tight.
Chunk: Don’t… fuck… with me.
Grace: O-Oh shit!
Chunk: It’s your… fucking fauuult! … Don’t… fuck with me!
Grace: What the fuck!?
Infected Construction Worker: Comin’ throoough! Outta the waaay! Helmet… ooon!
Grace: Give me a fucking break! Ah, fuck. Oh god, what? Oh, what the fuck!?
Grace: Shit… Was that not enough?
Chunk: Leave… me alooone!
Grace: What the fuck!?
Chunk: You laugh… Laughed at me! Don’t… fuck with… me!
Grace: Well, at least it’s easier to walk around now.
Infected Doctor: G… Good… i-idea… Change… o-optic nerve. Irre… gu… lar…
Grace: This’ll do!
Victor: Ah, Miss Ashcroft. Come in. I won’t harm you. I was just looking for Dr. Richardson.
Grace: Wh-Why did you kidnap me?
Victor: Kidnap you? I liberated you.
Grace: Who are you?
Victor: Oh, forgive me. Dr. Victor Gideon. I run this center. It took forever to find you. You’re not like other people, you know. You’re quite… unique. Through you, Elpis can finally be… set free.
Grace: Wh-Why me?
Victor: Because my master made you who you are. Ah, phase two is about to begin. Would you like to see what’s hidden under the hood? Grace! Wait! Grace! Grace? Grace! There’s no escaping your destiny!
Grace: Wh-Wh-What the fuck does he mean, “destiny”!?
Grace: Of course it gets up.
Grace: Hey… A-Are you all right?
Girl: You’re the lady from before.
Grace: …Yeah. This is, um… You’re, um… Did anyone hurt you?
Girl: Because I can’t see?
Grace: Oh, no. No. Th-That’s… um… th-that’s not what I meant. Uh…
Girl: It’s not my fault. The doctors gave us both medicine. It made our eyes go bad.
Grace: So… So there was someone in there? There’s another bed in this, uh…
Girl: My friend. Marie. One day she just… disappeared.
Grace: Oh… I-I’m sorry.
Girl: When it happened, I was happy it wasn’t me. Is that bad?
Grace: I’m just gonna… keep looking around.
Grace: This must be it. I can’t tell which button’s which… Braille… These girls… They look just like… You’re the one that locked her up. I’m gonna borrow this. I bet she can read that.
Grace: Hey… Why did they put you in there?
Girl: I don’t know. I’ve always been here.
Grace: Do you mind if I come in?
Girl: I don’t… mind.
Grace: I… So, um… Sorry. Ah, I-I’m with the police.
Girl: …Police?
Grace: Yes… I’d like you to come with me.
Girl: Why?
Grace: I’m Grace. What’s your name?
Emily: … Emily.
Grace: Emily. You like reading?
Emily: Yeah.
Grace: Do you think you could read something for me? Please, I-I really need your help.
Emily: …OK.
Grace: Thank you. I-I’ll take you there. There are steps. How about I carry you?
Emily: What do you want me to read?
Grace: Umm… There’s some buttons with, uh, braille on them. Can you read them and the, um, push the buttons in this order? Star, star, moon, sun.
Emily: Um… sure.
Grace: Thanks. Uh… thank you.
Grace: I have to keep it together. D-Don’t worry, it’s OK. Here, uh… Sit. I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna… We’re uh… We’re close now.
Grace: Thank god… Here it is. You think you can read it?
Emily: I can try.
Grace: It’s like a giant puzzle box! Stay here, Emily. You handle this. I’ll… handle… that.
Zombie (Administrator): Ooout… breeeak. Evacuate!
Emily: Grace! I did it!
Grace: I’m here, I’m here.
Emily: I found this.
Grace: Well done, Emily. Thank you. Emily!?
Emily: Help me! Help!
Grace: Emily! I thought that thing was dead! This is all my fault. I can’t just leave her… Oh, god… OK.