Clementine set up the camera in front of her latest subject, Maxine, who sat patiently in their chair. Clementine had gone mad and it’s trying to find the cure to th newest disease. Almost like yellow fever, but with a few more symptoms, the disease involved a multistep process of getting sick. However, to catch the cold is far too easy. She needed to help mankind, she said to any who believed she was crazy. She wanted to fine anything or anyone who would be “willing” to sacrifice themselves.

“Clem?” Maxine spoke.

“Are we getting started now?”

Clementine cleared her throat and began to talk.

“Today is August 28, 2024. I have with me Maxine Milwood.” Clementine said to the camera.

“Mrs. Millwood, I would advise you to take this seriously. State your date of birth and occupation.”

Maxine a little more serious than before, stated that information, but she sat up straight and placed her hands in her lap. She was also, like the others, scared for Clementine's mental health, and wanted to help her get out over this as quickly as she could. Even if that meant getting into something dangerous, something she had no business seeing.

"Okay, Mrs. Millwood, I'm going to be seeing if this is the cure." Clementine said, holding a needle with a purple liquid inside.

"Could we...um...try something else? You know how much I hate needles." Maxine responded.

Clementine tapped the needle as she shook her head. She held Maxine's shoulder and rolled up her sleeve. Maxine turned away as she pushed the needle into her flesh, piercing her skin. She pushed the top of the needle down to release the liquid into her bloodstream. Maxine's fingers started to go numb then the rest followed. She turned to find the needle on the counter, half full. Suddenly, her neck fell back, she tried to pick it up, but it was like something was holding it down. Her weight became heavy.She was praying her mouth open to let out words, only a few, but to no avail. She felt things, but her skin was sensitive to the touch. She felt hands press up against the back of her head, pushing it up. Her head fell forward, making her get a jittery feeling in her neck. Clementine walked to the front of the chair and crouched down, getting on her eye level.

“Sorry, I couldn’t have you running away.” She said.

Maxine wanted to run, but her muscles were smooth and that wasn’t reversible. Clementine laughed, pulling a sharp scalpel to her neck. Was she going to kill her? No. Never in a million years would she be so greedy. She grabbed onto her collar and started to cut her shirt. It tore like paper, and so did everything else.

“I’m guessing these were cheap.” Clementine said to herself.

Maxine was helpless, naked and seen, like little lambs being slaughtered. She wasn’t safe, but had not way to be safe. Clementine then took out a black marker and dottie lines across her stomach. Surgery? No.

"This is for your safety and mankind. You're infected, Stage Three." She stated.

Maxine's eyes widened. She couldn't be infected.. It wasn't possible.

Maxine's stomach moved

She saw it. And so did Clementine.

Clementine began to cut her Maxine's outer layer

It moved again.

She cut again, blood leaking onto the floor.

Maxine couldn't scream, she couldn't feel. She just watched.

They both watched.

It dropped to the floor.

It was mushy, loud, and crying.

They both watched.

Maxine wanted to scream.

Clementine wanted to smile.