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Griffith was furious, shaking with anger as the airlock door slammed closed Didn&039;t they see, didn&039;t they understand anything but their own petty, stupid lives?

He stared at the young Steve, the rage spilling out, threatening to drive hiun in your ugly face and pull the trigger, die, die, just die!"

Steve raised the weapon Rebecca screaainst the thick metal door

No no no no no

BOOM! The thunder of the shot cut her screaainst the base of the hatch, ht Already dead, he was already dead, it wasn&039;t Steve anymore "Jesus" David whispered, and Rebecca looked up, looked straight into Griffith&039;s wildly petulant gaze through theand Griffith srin of acco loss and terror she felt were transforht of that s blue eyes and realized that she&039;d never truly felt hate before

Oh you miserable bastard

He&039;d told the for her to fathoedy for her to fit her mind around All she could think of was that he&039;d killed Karen and John, he&039;d killed Steve and she wanted nothing more than to destroy him, to see him lose, to see him suffer and feel pain and

and if we don&039;t do so his madness will be fully realized and we have to stop it, to stop hirave of the world

Griffith moved to a control panel next to the door and started to press buttons, still srated floor and water started to gurgle in, drawn froainst the outer hatch The airlock was just big enough for her and David not to have to stand on Karen&039;s bloody, twisted body, and already the water was turning red, foa at their feet, covering Karen&039;s white fingers

A ainst a desk across fro Behind hi steel cylinders filled with Griffith&039;s evil genius

We have to do so that he had sonation and sorrow in his eyes as he stared down at Karen&039;s corpse, his shoulders slumped with defeat

"David" He looked up at her bleakly, hopelessly "I&039;m sorry," he whispered "All , tendrils of short blond hair haloing around her pitiful face Rebecca grabbed at the latch of the door uselessly, felt its unth, sealed by Griffith&039;s controls Cold water seeped through the canvas of her shoes, over her ankles, the rising s her as badly as David&039;s hope- less whispering drone

"If I hadn&039;t been so selfish Rebecca, I&039;m so sorry, you have to believe that I never rabbed his shoulders roughly, shouting "Okay, fine, you&039;re an asshole, but if Griffith releases that virus, onna die!"