08-10-2012, 10:03 PM
Chris stared at the dummy for a moment, his eyes going from the gun to its emotionless face and back again. He was starting to lose it. He had to talk to Doc, and soon. Maybe asking a few questions about the experiment would ease his headaches. He wanted to recsue his brother, but if he didn't want to sacrifice his mind to do it (if he could help it). Chris decided to quickly take a shower, cleansing himself of the sweat from his training session and his mind of irrational or despairing thoughts.
After he was clean, Chris put on a loose fitting shirt and jeans, his usual repertiore. He put on his boots, and walked out to the camp. He couldn't help but notice some of the females in the camp steal glances as he walked past. He thought it was funny, how the females in the camp made it easy for him to tell if they were attracted to him or not, except for the one he wanted most. She was more of an enigma. Oh well, guess that makes it more of a challenge. He walked into the center of camp, which was kind of a general meeting area. He knew the Doc well, and felt that it was always easier to be found than to find the medicine man.
While he waited patiently, his hands in his pockets as he swayed from side to side, he thought about going to Brody and asking about taking Ana's place as the first test subject. He knew Brody's feelings on this, but Chris felt that maybe if he pressured enough... No. Using his presence and the fact that everyone looked to him as a leader did not give him the right to pressure someone to do something they felt was not the best course of action. Let the scientists do the thinking, Chris. Your job is to lead these people in the war against Harrow, thats a big enough job. That, and staying alive to continue doing it. Chris thought about that. If only Palmer could figure out some way to cheat death...
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