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It's a normal day. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing. Except for some reason Walt is staggering like a drunkard on a hallway in Alhambra somewhere.
“I’m not feeling very well…” He mumbles, before falling to his knee and throwing up. He then clutches his bandaged left arm, looking obviously in pain.
“I’m… really not feeling very well at all.” He says, before collapsing to the floor. He screams in surprise, as the bandages that covers his left arm unravel and burst. Sickening, bulbous, tumorous growth expands rapidly with the many eyes that blink and roll in Walt’s left arm. The many eyes that some people might have forgot.
The fleshy bulbous growth bubbles and grows bigger and bigger as Walt continues to scream, and soon it grows bigger than his left arm, and bigger, and bigger. Until at last it’s clear that part of the growth molds into a shape. A human hand.
The hand then grabs the floor, as if it’s trying to claw itself out from Walt’s body. Soon, a head appears, then a torso, before a fully formed human being finally grows itself out of Walt’s left arm.
Finally, silence, as Walt finally stops screaming and fully collapse to the floor. And a naked, pale, scarred, human being cowers beside him.
The scene is quickly greeted by the convergence of the base's security. They all raise their weapons toward both Walt and the mysterious being.
And the mysterious being only says one sentence.
"I... friend..."
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“I’m not feeling very well…” He mumbles, before falling to his knee and throwing up. He then clutches his bandaged left arm, looking obviously in pain.
“I’m… really not feeling very well at all.” He says, before collapsing to the floor. He screams in surprise, as the bandages that covers his left arm unravel and burst. Sickening, bulbous, tumorous growth expands rapidly with the many eyes that blink and roll in Walt’s left arm. The many eyes that some people might have forgot.
The fleshy bulbous growth bubbles and grows bigger and bigger as Walt continues to scream, and soon it grows bigger than his left arm, and bigger, and bigger. Until at last it’s clear that part of the growth molds into a shape. A human hand.
The hand then grabs the floor, as if it’s trying to claw itself out from Walt’s body. Soon, a head appears, then a torso, before a fully formed human being finally grows itself out of Walt’s left arm.
Finally, silence, as Walt finally stops screaming and fully collapse to the floor. And a naked, pale, scarred, human being cowers beside him.
The scene is quickly greeted by the convergence of the base's security. They all raise their weapons toward both Walt and the mysterious being.
And the mysterious being only says one sentence.
"I... friend..."
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*Someone comes out of nowhere and throws a blanket at the newborn. It stops shivering, but now it winces hard and covers its ears with both of its hands.
Meanwhile, Walt grabs Dido's collar with both hands.*
I'm still me, Dido! Don't let them burn me with flamethrowers! Quick, ask me something only I would know!"
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"Er..."
She scratches her head. "Sorry, Walt. I've only known you for like, a month? I don't know anything that only you'd know. Maybe if you whispered one of your personal secrets to me...?"
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She looks up and the soldiers, holding up a hand...
"It's cool, guys! Walt is still Walt! Stand down!"