Janet had been in pain before. Shot, stabbed, knocked out. Hell she'd even been injected by a FEV virus but nothing compared to this.
She screamed loudly as the people in lab coats continued to work around her.
Sweat clung to every surface and tears streamed down in her face.
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"
No one paid any attention to her thrashing and screaming. The pain increased and increased again.
"I see a head." One of them shouted urgently.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" Janet roared.
She screamed again as the pain increased in one sharp burst of fire. Her body was telling her to push. A scientist was telling her to push. But she would not. The baby was safe in her. She could not let anything happen to her baby.
After several minutes of screams and shouts her body betrayed her. She felt suddenly empty and blood ran down her legs. She felt tugging and pulling below her.
Janet fought against her bindings utterly exhausted to look up and see a female scientist rubbing her baby in a blanket. That bitch. Janet roared just as the baby began to cry.
She had believed her protective instinct was at it's peak before but seeing the baby and hearing it cry, something within her snapped.
She grabbed the metal bar one of her wrists was bound to and pulled. The metal freely bent with her hand and she ripped it off. Her mind didn't register how this worked, she just did it. Using the sharp pole she threw it into the shoulder of the woman who had previously swaddled her baby.
Her little boy was now wrapped in a blanket within a small incubator. Her eyes softened at the sight. Her baby.
"How did she do that ?" a man screamed, Graham, Janet recognised him. The one that did the experiments.
"It must be the virus sir. It's given her strength"
"We didn't test for strength ?"
"She was under sedation !"
Janet used her now free hand to untie her other bindings while the scientists frantically rushed about.
The woman lay on the floor clutching her shoulder with unseeing eyes. Janet, the messiah of the wasteland and the apparent image of goodness, could only smirk at the sight.
Janet made a lunge for Graham but yet again her body betrayed her. Her legs had no power and like jelly, they made her fall. The weakness of child birth finally took over removing all of her previous anger induce strength.
Janet's eyes began to go fuzzy and the last thing she remembered seeing was her own hand reach towards the incubator and then darkness.
Bumps (11b/20)
She screamed loudly as the people in lab coats continued to work around her.
Sweat clung to every surface and tears streamed down in her face.
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"
No one paid any attention to her thrashing and screaming. The pain increased and increased again.
"I see a head." One of them shouted urgently.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" Janet roared.
She screamed again as the pain increased in one sharp burst of fire. Her body was telling her to push. A scientist was telling her to push. But she would not. The baby was safe in her. She could not let anything happen to her baby.
After several minutes of screams and shouts her body betrayed her. She felt suddenly empty and blood ran down her legs. She felt tugging and pulling below her.
Janet fought against her bindings utterly exhausted to look up and see a female scientist rubbing her baby in a blanket. That bitch. Janet roared just as the baby began to cry.
She had believed her protective instinct was at it's peak before but seeing the baby and hearing it cry, something within her snapped.
She grabbed the metal bar one of her wrists was bound to and pulled. The metal freely bent with her hand and she ripped it off. Her mind didn't register how this worked, she just did it. Using the sharp pole she threw it into the shoulder of the woman who had previously swaddled her baby.
Her little boy was now wrapped in a blanket within a small incubator. Her eyes softened at the sight. Her baby.
"How did she do that ?" a man screamed, Graham, Janet recognised him. The one that did the experiments.
"It must be the virus sir. It's given her strength"
"We didn't test for strength ?"
"She was under sedation !"
Janet used her now free hand to untie her other bindings while the scientists frantically rushed about.
The woman lay on the floor clutching her shoulder with unseeing eyes. Janet, the messiah of the wasteland and the apparent image of goodness, could only smirk at the sight.
Janet made a lunge for Graham but yet again her body betrayed her. Her legs had no power and like jelly, they made her fall. The weakness of child birth finally took over removing all of her previous anger induce strength.
Janet's eyes began to go fuzzy and the last thing she remembered seeing was her own hand reach towards the incubator and then darkness.