Drinks on Me-Morbius

The curves of the road on the way back to the facility are taken slowly on my return. For once, I am in no rush to get back. I don’t immediately look forward to the next mission. At this moment I have no thirst for blood. My eyes look around and see the scenery that I have driven so many times before in a new light. The way that I feel right now worries me. I am going to have to put my plan into motion sooner than I thought. I will also have to do it without knowing what the good doctor is up to.

As the forest around me starts to grow more familiar my skin gets itchy. My senses go on high alert as I look around in the trees. I slow the vehicle as I sniff the air in search for danger. Something feels different this time. I allow the car to roll to a stop as I contemplate my choices. This foreboding sense has gotten worse the closer to the facility I got. If anything, it just confirms my suspicions that I won’t be leaving this facility alive.

A life debt is owed for the many that we ha