A raspy cough echoes from above before thick gray tentacles wrap around Alizarin's throat and torso, lifting them clean off her feet and pulling them back into the darkness. Struggling and kicking uselessly, she is dragged into the shadows away from the other chaos happening around them. Away from anyone that can come to her aid, as the tentacles tighten around her throat. If only someone else would look this way! Claw as the Alizarin might, they cannot escape the grasp of this zombie and as Alizarin's vision starts to darken at the edges, she hears nothing but the wheezing victory chortle of the undead right next to her ear.
[ All her focus is on getting to Pentium, so she doesn't see the tentacles coming at her until it's too late. She almost gets a hand between them and her neck, but with her arm half gone she's just a hint too slow. So down she goes, struggling and reaching out as she's pulled away. ]
[ sets a hand on doctor's shoulder as soon as he pieces himself back together. ] Doctor. [ he swallows the lump in his throat, frowning down at aliza's corpse. fuck, man, the final stretch is... the worst. they were all so fucken close. ]
[ childe nods and looks aside, tightening his grip on doctor's shoulder. ] ...y- yeah. [ it's all he manages to get out. ] It looks like it's just me, you, and Hardy.
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[His own wound slows him down too much to get to her before it's too late. He feels his heart in his throat.
No, not when they were so close-]
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[Trembling a little under Childe's hand.]
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Let's get the fuck out of here.