Morality
Miranda didn’t know what she was going to do. The plan was going to go down – she glanced at the clock – in ten minutes. Everyone in the building killed; all the normal employees and their families. The only non-gassed levels were to be the ‘executive suites’ and the two ‘special project’ basement levels.
Am I really just going to let it happen? She asked herself. I mean, sure, I know that Meander kills people every day, but this… Two thousand people, all at once. I could save them all. Well, most of them, anyway.
But then what? Even if I got out alive, Midwel is fucked. No-one’s getting out of here alive; at least not completely. I’m better off just staying here, sitting it out, and then probably just doing the same job as I am now when the world meets the same fate.
Suddenly, she heard a gunshot from the nearby emergency stairwell. As she got up to investigate, she checked the clock. Five minutes until the gas. And then the choice will be out of my hands, she mused. She uncoiled her tentacles from her arms, and readied them in striking positions above her back. Anyone coming down here right now needs to be subdued or killed anyway, no point being subtle.
As she approached the door, it was kicked open. One of the employees she recognised – a delivery guy – stepped through, pistol in hand. He aimed it around the room, searching. He stepped forwards as the door closed, and turned around, seeing her.
“Miranda?” he said, “Wha- what the fuck! You’re one of them! A fucking monster!”
He tightened his grip on the gun, and fired, as Miranda said “Wait – wai-” The shot tore into her left arm, the bullet burying itself deep. Instinctively, Miranda struck, piercing through the man’s chest just beneath his heart, pinning him to the wall.
Miranda clutched her arm and screamed as the gun dropped from the man’s fingers. As he went into shock, coughing futilely, Miranda stared at him, angrily. “Fuck you,” she said, and thrust her other tentacle into his head.
She pulled her tentacles from the wall, letting his body slump to the ground. As blood dripped from the tips of the metal spikes, splashing on the ground, she thought to herself, Fuck them all.
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