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8/30/2015 4:41:47 AM
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He looks down, hanging the rifle on his back. His fist slams into the wall.
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"I'm not going to say I know how you feel. But you know she wouldn't want to see you this way."
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He sighes, angry, sad and confused. "No, she wouldn't. But she would know that I loved her...."
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"Python. She already knew that."
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"I know. But....it was me. Not some asshole with a gun and a grin. Me. I did it....."
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"It wasn't you. You can't say that. You know, as well as I do, that it was that virus. And someone had to create it."
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"The virus beat me. I was weak. It took advantage of me."
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"That's not your fault. None of this is." *she waits in a few moments of silence* "I know it's a small comfort, but someone WILL pay when this is all over. I'll be sure of that."
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"I will pull the trigger on him. Hell, I'd prefer to go in alone, kill em all alone."
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"No. He deserves it from us all. Jessica was a friend to all of us."
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He nods. "Any idea where this shit storm came from?"
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"I'm sorry..."
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"It's alright. I didn't think we would."
