I Love You

After bawling her eyes out so much, Clementine threw up, which made Prometheus throw up as well. They saw death before their eyes, and now death might be looking at them.

"Did I just gain XP," a voice from behind them says.

"How much did you get?" another voice says.

"I don't know lemme check."

Prometheus grabbed Clementine and ran to the bush that his phone used to lay. They sat behind it, leaving behind Moroccos' body and waited for the approaching voices to come to them.

"Four thousand! Did I kill someone?"

"Seriously, four thousand XP?"

"Yeah-"

The two voices now hover over Moroccos' body, they stare at it, then one quickly began to unpack a bag they were holding. While the other pulled out a stylized phone, he dialed a number, waiting for someone to pick up he too joined in on the other analyzing Moroccos' body.

"He's just a kid, by the looks of him his mid teens. Why he's here, I don't know," the voice with the bag said. "Did Dr. Brythe pick up yet?"

The voice with the phone lowered the phone from his ear, mouthing, "He just picked up."

He rose the phone back to his ear, "Yes sir... We carried on with the experiment, but it seems like we've found the body of one of the three human life forms we picked up on... He is dead, I have gained XP from him.... Alright sir... Right away."

The voice hung up his phone, "Dr. Blythe says he wants the rest of the bodies."

"How the hell are we supposed to do that?"

"Find them obviously idiot. I'll do the searching, go ahead and do an autopsy. I'll meet you back at the lab."

The other scientist listened as he packed up everything and began to carry Moroccos' body to the lab. However he is stopped after noticing that he stepped on vomit. He signaled his partner who bent down to inspect it. "That was definitely recent."

"They could still be around, be careful," the scientist with Moroccos' body says walking to the lab.

"I know," the other scientist says getting up and pulling out a pistol that seemed to come from a sci-fi movie. He crept around the area, looking for Prometheus and Clementine. 'They probably left to go hide.so maybe around the bushes,' he thought. He looked at the nearest bush, the exact bush that Prometheus and Clementine sat behind fearful and speechless.

"They knew we were in here," Clementine whispers. "They intentionally tried to kill all of us, they could have just brought us out what the hell."

"I know, this is all too surreal, I can't think straight right now," Prometheus whispered back. "I'm going to go check where he is." Prometheus says slowing getting up to a height that doesn't exceed the bush too much. He pushes aside a bit of the bush to see where the scientist was. He was close, a bit too close, at most he was in arm's reach.

'What is he doing?' Prometheus thought as he pushed more of the bush aside. He could only see his leg and once he got more vision, he could clearly see that he was holding a weapon. Not just holding a weapon however, he was aiming it, he was fully prepared to shoot at the bush whether there was a human there or not.

Prometheus sprung to action, grabbing Clementine in a position where he could shield her while getting the both of them away from the scientist's range. He leaped to their right with her.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

Three shots were fired, one missed and grazed Prometheus' cheek, another hit Clementine in the leg, and another went through Prometheus' leg which grazed Clementine. They both screamed in pain as they were both bleeding from the shots. They were in plain view of the scientist, he had pity on his face, but they couldn't see it. Perhaps it was the fact that their eyes were closed from the pain, or the fact that he had protective gear on that hid his face.

The pity on his face transformed to real pity, he turned around and walked toward the lab. 'They'll succumb to the poison. I don't want to watch that happen,' he thinks, 'This job only gets harder each time this happens.'

Clementine clung to Prometheus as he attempted to drag the both of them to another bush. He hadn't noticed the scientist leaving, he was too scared to even pay attention to his surroundings. 'I'm going to die, aren't I,' he thought.

"We're going to die aren't we," Clementine says grimacing at the pain with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry. We're going to survive this. We're going to get out of here, I promise you that."

Prometheus lied. It was an empty promise. He had no way to get them out of their predicament.

Shortly after reaching the bush, Clementine started coughing. Similar to Moroccos, her face became slightly red, her eyes slowly becoming bloodshot. Prometheus manages to lift himself into a sitting position with Clementine on his lap.

"Prometheus," she whimpers. She says something after, but Prometheus couldn't hear it. His mind was racing with the thoughts of Clementine dying like Moroccos.

'How did this happen? Why did this happen? Am I going to be next? Will that scientist come to finish us off with another shots. That bastard just watched as we struggled. The government is corrupt. What kind of government allows a bunch of teens to die like this. Suffering from this poison that they call a cure.'

"Prometheus!" Clementine yelled, it took a lot of energy for her to do so, yet she yelled again. "Kill me! Please, I don't want to go through what Moroccos had to go through."

More tears began flowing down Prometheus' eyes. "I can't do that, you know I can't do that!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE!" Clementine coughed more, causing blood to come out of her mouth and onto Prometheus' hand. He was caressing the side of her head. He knew deep down, that if he didn't kill her now, she would suffer. "We don't have anyway to get out of here. Please Prometheus, I don't want to suffer."

Prometheus froze, then turned his upper body around to the bush, then ripped off a stick from it. It was surprisingly pointy, but perfect for the task, almost too perfect for it. He turned back to Clementine whose rashes began to come in, her eyes completely bloodshot.

Prometheus held the stick in his right hand and lifted Clementine with his left. Prometheus leaned in and kissed her, mid kiss however she coughed blood into his mouth. Prometheus spat it out, slightly disgusted, but the mix of emotions to losing his girlfriend became his primary emotion. Prometheus dropped Clementine into his lap, he raised the stick aiming it above her forehead. His arms shaking and heart racing, he froze.

"Prometheus," Clementine uttered, "I love you."

Prometheus, heated up again, forced himself into motion and lunged the stick through Clementine's forehead. He screamed as he did this, drowning out his own emotions of grief as Clementine's eyes lost their light.

"I love you too."