BioQuest: Sanctuary

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Elizabeth held tightly to the strap on her shoulder, the bag of supplies that Jack and Booker would need… And her shoulders fell. Turning away from Diane and Steinman’s absent humming, she made her way to the exit and even passed the nurse-guard without trouble.

Somehow, even more people had arrived in the time she was gone and distant explosions still echoed through the walls. There wasn’t a corner or open area without weapons or someone huddling there…

Security bots chirped and whirred by as Elizabeth went back to the closet containing a disabled turret. Locking the door behind her, Elizabeth crouched at the tunnel’s opening and lowered the bag in first.

A voice on the intercom outside made an announcement while she climbed down herself. “Rapture Security is containing the parasites. Stay in your homes and take shelter. Rapture will rise.”

Elizabeth exhaled as she dropped, taking a moment to put a shipping pallet over the tunnel entrance. Everyone would want a secret shelter now and she couldn’t be too careful with theirs.

The tunnels were humid, cloaked in shadow, and each explosion rattled more dust from the roof and walls… Yet Elizabeth emerged safely, if a bit dirty, in the drainage of Olympus.

Here, it was quiet. Elizabeth felt that peace wash over her and welcomed the change. Water rushed down the large half pipe beside her and she pushed herself faster towards the door to the Sanctuary.

She barely had her hand raised to knock before Booker opened the door, looking her over. He was pale with a sheen of sweat still hanging on him and he let out an uneven breath. “I swear, Elizabeth… You look worse than I do.”

And he stepped aside, letting her in, up the stairs… Jack sat on a bed in the far corner, a guitar in his arms and a slow familiar tune barely audible while Tenenbaum watched the TV in her lab behind reinforced glass.

“But, uh… I’m… Glad you’re home safe.” He cleared his throat, waiting beside her in comfortable silence.

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BioQuest: Scarred

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An assistant put his hand up in front of Elizabeth’s path, leveling a steady look at her. “I’m sorry, ma’am–”

“Dr. DeWitt,” she corrected, pulling her badge from her lanyard tucked beneath her shirt. “Please step aside.”

A curt nod and the man stepped aside, scanning the people past her skeptically. He was built for a nurse, but with the kind of lab work done in Rapture, they always needed at least one of those types on hand.

She slid past, shouts behind her. “Hey, why’s she let in? Hey!”

The groaning and screaming only got worse inside, and she fell right into rhythm. Patients on beds, large tables, even the floor, doctors and nurses whirring around her like a hive.

Elizabeth went unnoticed in the chaos, reaching the supplies without trouble. “Alright,” she said to the glass cabinets lined with pills, bandages, everything Booker would need. Maybe others.

Definitely those people outside.

We haven’t saved all the girls yet. They come first.

Elizabeth wiped her hands on her skirt, grabbing a satchel tucked beside the shelves and packing it with supplies. And as she did, one scream cut through the rest as familiar.

“Where–” A sob cut her off, and Elizabeth slowed as she zipped up the satchel. “Where am I? Andrew?” Her voice was thick, sedated, but unmistakable. Sliding the bag over her shoulder, Elizabeth walked towards her crying.

“No, oh no, no no, no,” Diane continued as Elizabeth turned the corner, watching from a distance. Steinman stood over her, humming absently as a nurse counted down to Diane falling unconscious…

I am sorry, Diane. So very sorry.


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