Finally reaching the destination she has long been seeking, Moira feels that she has been cheated with the illusion of possible safety and peace. She has to wonder if she is even worthy of such a thing, after all, the last couple of days hasn’t exactly made her a saint.
With one of her friends having been left behind there is a good chance that they are now at the very same facility that she fled from not so long ago. One question lingers in her restless thoughts; does she have the courage to do something about it? And more importantly, what is she willing to give up, reuniting her little ragtag group of friends?
Meeting the man whose infection spread across the globe before she was born leaves Moira’s head spinning; but finally gets some answers. Something is making her skin crawl and she doesn’t think its Liam’s guilty glances that have been following her around. There is a weight to the air around her and she has the feeling the sky is about to open the floodgates and drown her.
“She can feel her persona differently now, and she doesn’t know what it means; only that it scares her. It’s like a need, the need to hunt, to kill and worst of all - to feed.” - Moira