Fictober Prompts No. 18 - 20

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"Well this was not a part of the plan," Gemma said with a grimace, wiping the blood splatter from her face. Felix stared wildly, breath catching audibly.

"What the hell," he gasped, "What the hell, you killed her. Your own sister."

"She got bit," Gemma replied blandly, flicking the safety back on the gun and setting it on the windowsill next to a capped syringe. 

"You have a cure!" Felix shrieked.

"'You have a cure'," Gemma mimicked, pitching her voice high and whiny. "Grow up, I wasn't gonna waste it on her. I'm saving it. And anyway, it wouldn't have been ready by the time she turned."

"You're awful," Felix gritted out, resuming his futile struggle against the ropes that bound him to the pole. "You're worse than the zombies."

Gemma rolled her eyes and set about dragging her sister's body away from the door they'd barricaded against the horde they'd just barely escaped from. The blood would send them into a frenzy, but the door should hold long enough for her and Felix to get out.

Speaking of...she picked up the syringe and jabbed him in the thigh, depressing the plunger a few millimeters as Felix yelled and tried to jerk away.

"What—what did you--I feel strange."

"It's fast acting," Gemma replied. "Don't worry, it just makes you docile."

"D-docile?" Already, Felix's pupils were blowing wide, breath settling into something slow and easy. Damn, that tranquilizer was powerful stuff.

"Mm, can't have you fighting me. I need you around."

"What f-for?" 

"Oh, this and that," Gemma answered, cutting Felix free, watching with satisfaction as his arms flopped to the ground, no resistance at all, no attempt to fight her or run off. Though of course, he didn't have anywhere to run to. Outside, the zombies were making their choked, guttural roars and slamming themselves against the door. 

"Wha' d'you mean?" Felix slurred as she hauled him to his feet. He swayed, but stayed standing. Excellent.

"Oh honey, you haven't figured it out yet?"

He blinked stupidly at her. She grinned, booped the tip of his cute little nose. "It's you, baby," she purred. "You're immune darling. The cure's in you. And I'm gonna develop it; after all, that's what I'm known for. Gemma Martin,  genius pathologist."

"You're a m-monster," he said, but followed after her as she tugged him over the window and the fire escape outside.

"I'm going to save the world," she replied. "How monstrous can I be? Now climb."

Fictober is an event hosted on tumblr where writers respond to a prompt a day for the whole of October.
You can find the prompt list here.