â€œThe infection continues to spread all around the city. The medical cure-all of the century, created by Excelleron has backfired against all those who have been treated by it. Officials say that the company has not responded to any of the remarks by the people of the town, nor their calls for interrogation. Many are working towards another cure for this viral infection, but there are no leads as to whether or not there are any links towards another cure. This is channel fi-â€œ<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Click.</span><br/><br/>The wisteria haired female pushed back her bangs and heaved a sigh. How long had it been since sheâ€™d last seen a news report, let alone this particular tape of the report. A few months maybe? She heaved a sigh and leaned forward, picked up a cigarette and searched for a light. It was nearly nightfall and soon sheâ€™d have to go out with her companion to find food. The rest of the rebellion had been out scouting. It had felt like they had been fighting an uphill battle for such a long time. All those that were infected by the virus had either died by their hands or continued to stalk the remainder of their group. The only place that hadnâ€™t been attacked and destroyed was Excelleron.<br/><br/>She got up, cigarette still in her mouth unlit, to look out of the window. Unfortunately for her, she couldnâ€™t stay above ground for the night. Theyâ€™d be coming out again soon. The skyscraper stood tall above the rest of the city, almost as if it were looming.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dammit. </span><br/><br/>All this time and they had barely any information and barely knew how to stop the virus from spreading. What little could be understood was what was keeping them from moving forward. But tonight, she planned on speaking up and requesting that they go further into Excelleron to find out more information. She couldnâ€™t keep living her life like thisâ€”no, they all couldnâ€™t keep living their lives like this. It was as if they were savages. Every day and every night was the same. During the day they would go out and hunt for food and at night they would fend for their lives.<br/><br/>But the monstersâ€¦they continued to come in waves. It was as if the longer the fought, the more that would come. And the more that would come, the more sentient some of them became. Every so often they had to change their tactics. Nothing ever worked the same way twice. She just wished she knew what was going on. Adira turned away from the window and went to a bookcase nearby. There, she found a light for a cigarette. Inhaling the fumes, she slowly exhaled, trying to calm her nerves. She had promised herself that she would stop smoking. But that was before all of this had gone down and that was definitely before she had to live her life like an animal on a day to day basis.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t before long that sheâ€™d realized that she had been standing there alone for a minute too long. What was taking so long? She paced the house for a few moments before proceeding towards the entrance. They shouldâ€™ve all been back by now and the sun was setting. She had hoped they werenâ€™t all messing around or worse she hoped that nothing sinister was impeding their paths.<br/><br/>That being said, she shuddered to think that something might have happened to them. She shouldnâ€™t have allowed something like that to seep into her head. She hated being on watch for that reason. Over the past few months she had developed a sort of anxiety. When it became quiet like this and she was alone, she was unable to find something to do with herself. Her mind always began to play tricks on her and fear always began to sink into her mind. She trembled before bringing the nicotine to her lips once more. The room itself began to spin and a cold sweat came over her. She grabbed a hold of the bookshelf, trying to steady herself as the hallway before her became long and narrow.<br/><br/>She had hoped that they would come back soon, she hated when she had these spells.