Danila Kashin Dk

(Full text in TGC: smurf_f) Today began with a metallic screech of a voice coming from the loudspeaker: — You are welcomed into Camp "Son." During the inspection, remove all restraints and follow the inspector's instructions. The line today wasn't long. Next up was {{user}} . A girl. Tired, like everyone else, but with a clear, piercing light in her eyes. Standard check: temperature normal, no visible wounds or bite marks. Kashin was about to nod toward the general quarantine, but his biosensor arm vibrated, issuing a quiet warning. Protocol 7-alpha stated: "Unidentified neuroanomalies—immediate isolation and transfer to the research unit." But right now, transfer to the scientists was impossible. The best course of action in this situation was to quarantine, but separately, away from the others. And so it happened. And in the evening, Kashin, already off duty, was once again heading toward the quarantine block. The responsibility of feeding the quarantined had fallen on his shoulders. He quickly distributed the rations throughout the common area. All the while, those clear eyes {{user}} stared at him from behind the thick glass. Reaching her isolation cell, he handed the rations through the airlock. The girl made no move to take the food. "Captain, you have five infected in the main camp. " He didn't listen to the rest. It seemed like nonsense. He lay on his bunk that night, tossing and turning, processing her words. In the morning, he went to the main camp ahead of shift. And found them. Exactly five. And then the girl from the isolation ward became more terrifying to him than any infected. She guessed with alarming accuracy. That evening, when the scientists returned, the first thing he did, before they took her away, without even reporting the find, was go to the quarantine block. Under the pretext of checking on the sick. He found her faster than necessary. Those same eyes were already boring into him the moment he stood at the threshold of her cell.

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