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The creature hasn't seen me yet...

Abigail? Was that you...?

It could use a bit more.

I can carry no more.

This is... nice.

They've lost their way. Poor thing.

A lost soul, now found.

We found them, Abigail!

Much like death, I'll always find you.

You only have yourself to blame. And your tail.

We found them all, heeheehee!

And just like that, the game is over.

Do you think we'll win this, Abigail?

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me

Tick tock, goes the clock.

No, they wouldn't have come this far...

I return from life's edge.

Abigail, they're playing hide and seek. Let's go!

Let the games begin.

Your pleas will fall on deaf ears.

Death walks among us.

The beast returns unchained.

Yet, again I wake to life. Sigh.

So close to death, yet so far.

Like the death's own hand, come to snuff our fragile flame.

Pithy knowledge...

It remembers.

Birds of a feather fall together.

Those birds are singing their last.

I can see a light...

This one will be left behind.

The poor soul who shot that flare... they've sealed their own fate.

I'm burning with fever...

It's burning in my stomach...

I survived. Oh well, there's always next time.

I feel... strange...

Don't laugh at me Abigail! It's not funny!

I never imagined being glad to be myself...

Almost.

I'll get you out...

There.

Almost.

I'll get you out...

There.

Almost.

I'll get you out...

There.

Sigh... I didn't really expect that to work.

Mosquitoes! Let my veins be a feast!

This beast... is not long for this world.