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[It's the second time that he follows the trail.]

[Keeping focus is more difficult each day he comes back. The static in the air sends the veins at the side of his temple jumping; the constant whirl of both machinery and white-noise effectively meshing together to form a kind of high-pitched squeal. Pop, goes a bulb. Crrrrk, goes a speaker. The voice of a radio signal's silent yet drumming demand:]

["Obey, obey, obey.".]

[But following orders, listening to someone else? Has never been his strong suit. And while the infection itches beneath his skin, while his teeth visibly set in a vice, it's that nature of his the urges him forward. The want, no the need, to reclaim practically latching through the fog like pair of claws snaring in the dark.]

[A piece of seaweed slops atop the floor. It pins under his boot in a signal slap; the sticky coils and jellied-top straining as surely as a tight-twisted sponge.]