Love Among The Stars.

ⲤⲎⲀⲢⲦⲈꞄ 24

"AND NOW, FOR THE FINAL ACT!"



BEEP.

AN INTERGRATE HAS BREACHED THE SYSTEM.

BEEP.

The repetitive announcement shocked Milo from his deep slumber.

"Shit", he swore, sitting up and jumping out of bed.

He looked across the bedroom, expecting to see Sam, Tim and Bonnie, as promised, however, he was met with something even more terrifying.

An empty space.

They weren't with him.

Bonnie wasn't with him.

'She promised me', he thought as he rushed towards the door in a panic.

Milo stumbled down the hall, getting closer and closer to screams of pain and agony.

Suddenly, another body knocked into his.

A girl.

Milo turned to her.

His eyes widened.

Sam.

She was stood covered in blood.

Whether it was someone or something else's, or even her own, remained unclear.

"Fuck Sam!", Milo yelled, "What happened!?"

Milo stepped closer to Sam in order to evaluate her condition.

However, Sam didn't allow him to get too close.

With all the strength left in her body, she shoved Milo away from her.

"Stay away from me!", she yelled, her voice laced with turmoil.

"What?", he asked, "But your hurt!"

Sam staggered away from him.

"Please go! Take Bonnie and survive!"

The more she cried out, the more her voice distorted.

It eventually evolved into a horribly familiar gargle.

"No", he whispered, worrying his worst nightmare had materialised.

"No!"

Sam's face began to crack, just as Otis's once did, as her final form was created.

An Intergrate.

"Oh Sam", Milo whimpered, helplessly, tears filling his eyes.

He had no choice but to run.

Leaving behind his companion, he dashed out into the main hall.

It was total chaos.

The tables and restaurants that once decorated the space had been crushed and destroyed.

The bright white interior had been tarnished with thick crimson liquid that was sneered across the floors, walls and ceiling.

A number of Intergrates had taken over the main hall, leaving behind a bloody trail of bodies, some transforming into aliens, others remaining human, to mangled to evolve.

Small circular robots attempted to control the sky, firing useless bullets into the bodies of the extraterrestrial beings.

The air was thick with gas and cries of suffering.