No Cure For The Poisoned World のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Recording us?" A stranger's face entered Cole's vision. He leans over her, a gun in his grip as he studies the female patient. Looking over her from head to toe.Faint breaths escape her lips as she tried to resist the cold grip that crept up each of her limbs. The man lingering looked years older, with wild hair tousled on his head and a beard. His light hair appeared as red as the flashing lights, but Cole guessed it had to be silver. Strands of his beard dangle below his chin as he speaks. His voice is gentle at first, and slightly husky. The stranger’s eyes are deep and dark, like looking in a bottomless pit. They wander over her vulnerable figure, taking in the sight of her dying state.In the corners of her vision, Cole vaguely spots four others. They wander the room in silence."Little girl. What were you recording? Uh? You doing that for your friend...? Can’t you see, she’s abandoned you? Just like the others. Just like my boy...” He says with icy pain and resentment in his to

"Cole?" A voice echoes in the darkness of her mind. Slowly luring her back to consciousness. Cole opens her eyes partway to see a worried young boy. Leaning over her with a plastic rod in his hand. He pokes at her thigh, as if she were a possum on a road. Checking to see if she was alive."Hey. Can you hear me?"The patient tilts her head. Through foggy vision, she spots another entering."What the fuck happened, Tuck?" Eris says when he sees the patient."I don't know, doc. I just found her, I swear." Tuck says."Fuck, I don’t need this right now." She hears Eris grumble while he steps away. Cole thought both of them were going to leave, when he re-entered the bathroom with a pink throw blanket. "Hey kid." Eris speaks softly, despite the clear annoyance in his gaze. "Let me help you up."Cole's gray eyes peek to see Eris extend his arm toward her. His tall frame shadows Cole's smaller form as her eyes fill with dread. Cole's heart beats out of control as he nears. Reeling to the surfa

Cole wakes, tossing the covers as she sits up. Pulse wild, as her gray eyes scan the pitch-black room. Fresh sweat leaks down her forehead. Rolling down the curve of her neck and soaking into the collar of her gown. She lifts her right arm, trying to locate the bedside lamp when the noise comes again.Bang!She jolts in her spot, and immediately recognizes the noise as a gunshot. This time there was no mistaking it.Dread pours over her body. Flooding to the tips of her fingers and toes. She trembled uncontrollably, her gray eyes watering as she could not think of what to do."Oh… Oh please God not again… not again…" she shivers.Cole stayed put for the duration of the silence that followed. Until a multitude of footfalls echo past her bedroom. She finally slipped from bed. Slipping down to the cool tiled floor. Cole shifted her gaze toward the bedroom window. Observing the ray of pale moonlight that filled a spot on the floor. Then to the right of it. She could faintly see the pile of

"I- I am wearing gl-gloves." Cole barely manages to get out. Rambling: "It's only cards. Tuck assured me they were sterile. He even brought me this bed-tray, so nothing touched the sheets…"Vincent looks at his patient in silence. Shifting his gaze to the cards, which were set on a firm bed table, and Cole was indeed wearing latex gloves too…With a deep breath, Vincent set the food aside. "Alright…" He speaks softly, the crease between his brows slowly disappears as he nears. "Let me take that so you can have your meal."Cole glanced one last time, then set the cards down. The doctor seemed calm… at least that's how he appeared."Leave the gloves too." Vincent points with his eyes, to which Cole understood and discarded them. She watched as Doctor Lance took the table and set it with the other items. Then he brought her the food, carefully putting it where she could reach. "It’s not a five-star meal so… if you don't like it, don't eat it." He says, turning to pull out his kit.Cole im

Resting on a gurney, Cole stares mindlessly at the ceiling. She hardly notices as it begins to move. A mysterious figure transports her through a hospital corridor. The halls are eerily silent, save the sound of squeaking wheels. Cole peeks to her left where there are doors. Each one they pass has numbers. Cole memorized them. She knew each number identified a patient. Transparent glass allows a view inside each unit. Some patients sleep, while others pace restlessly within the 30x30 unit. Anxious to get out. Cole was familiar with that feeling.She turns her head away, just as a patient starts heaving. Instead, Cole occupies her thoughts with the view of the night. To her right, pristine full pane windows stretch the hall. A dark silhouette of the city lies beneath a starry sky. Not a spec of light shows from the buildings. All were abandoned and Cole knew it…So why did it always feel like they were being watched?"It's your birthday…" The mysterious nurse speaks. A sharp gasp came f