Annihilation Page #5

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Anything interesting in there?

No. It's been long abandoned,

maybe even before--

Radek?

Radek!

-Radek!

It's got my bag!

Radek!

Something's got my bag!

Oh, no!

It's got my bag!

Help me with her!

What's going on?

Hey, grab my shoulder!

Get her. Come on.

I got her.

Okay

I got her. Okay.

You're good, you're good.

It's okay.

Let's sit you down.

Help me with her bag.

Okay, just breathe.

It's okay. You're just fine.

-Something in the water.

-Get up, get up. Go.

Oh, sh*t! Get back.

Sheppard! Sheppard, watch out!

-Holy f***!

Whoa.

It's exactly the same as the flowers.

Look at the teeth.

Concentric rows.

Something here is making giant waves

in the gene pool.

Sharks have teeth like that, don't they?

Do you think it's a crossbreed?

You can't crossbreed

between different species.

Lena, this is getting heavy.

The mutations were subtle at first.

More extreme as we grew closer

to the lighthouse.

Corruptions of form.

Duplicates of form.

Duplicates?

Echoes.

Is it possible these were hallucinations?

I wondered that myself.

But they were shared among all of us.

It was dreamlike.

Nightmarish.

Not always.

Sometimes it was beautiful.

Ow.

You hurt?

It's just a bruise.

Must have gotten that from the gator.

Yeah.

So, where'd you learn to shoot?

I was in the military

before I was an academic.

Marines?

Army. Seven years.

Feels like a lifetime ago now.

Yeah.

All other lives feel like a lifetime ago.

We were kids, I was married.

Which do you carry around your neck?

A husband or a child?

Husband.

He was in the army, too. That's...

That's how we met.

"Was" in the army

KIA.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Guess there had to be something.

What do you mean?

Volunteering for... this.

It's not exactly something you do

if your life is in... perfect harmony.

We're all damaged goods here.

Anya is sober...

therefore an addict.

Josie wears long sleeves

'cause she doesn't want you

to see the scars on her forearms.

She's tried to kill herself?

No, I think the opposite,

trying to feel alive.

Ventress?

Yeah. As far as anyone knows...

no friends, no family,

no partner, no children.

No concession in her at all.

-I also lost someone.

Not a husband, though, um...

A daughter. Leukemia.

God, I'm sorry.

In a way, it's two bereavements.

My... beautiful girl...

and the person I once was.

Hey, hey!

We got something here.

This used to be the headquarters

of the Southern Reach.

Before the Shimmer swallowed it.

More mutations.

They're everywhere.

Malignant.

Like tumors.

Is that the old mess hall?

Yeah.

Let's billet there. Come on.

There's beds and bags.

You think people are here?

Were here.

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