5. "Jacob said you wanted to talk to me, too."
David sighs. "Yeah."
You wait.
"I wanted to apologize for earlier. For... when I freaked out."
"And shot a little girl?"
David gulps. "Yeah. Listen, I feel really bad about the whole thing. I was really out of my mind, and you kept asking me questions. I didn't --"
"You didn't what? Listen, I'm not going to beat around the bush, here. What you did is inexcusable. I almost had a mind to kill you. You should thanks Jacob, he talked me out of it. If it weren't for him, you'd probably be dead right now."
David nods. "Listen, about Jacob..."
"What?"
"Have you... noticed anything odd?"
"Oh, Jesus," you say, rolling your eyes. "Not this again."
David grimaces. "I know how this must sound, but, I swear to god, I just felt like, well, listen. I saw something before, and, I was out of it. But I think --"
"What, are you going to tell me you think Jacob is 'one of them' now, too?"
David takes his glasses off, and nervously wipes the lenses. He pushes them back onto his face. "I. Uh. Well. I don't know. You have to admit he's..." David swallows, and seems to come to a decision. "OK, look. Before we go any further. I want to again apologize. I don't know what came over me. I'm not... I don't think I'm cut out for this kind of stuff. I..."
You simply wait and stare at him.
"I just... listen, all I wanted was a normal life. I can't handle this. Or, I couldn't. I had a wife, a house, a job. And then five days ago everything turned up side down. I lost everything. I saw my wife... my wife... she. Oh, god," David is starting to hiccup, and a tear slides down his cheek.
You shake your head. "Listen, I'm sorry, but you can't go around shooting people because your wife died."
"Died? No, no. She's not... Listen, you and I need to talk. But not here. Not now. Later. When Jacob can't hear us."
"What? Why? He's inside. He can't hear us now."
"You don't... listen, I've said too much already. They may be listening. There's more to them than just the faceless. They have ears and eyes where you can't see them. They can look just like us. I thought Nicole was one of them. I don't know. Maybe I was wrong. But she... when I first saw her. Her eyes. Just like my wife's..."
The way David is talking is finally starting to make you feel less angry and more afraid. You don't think he's lying, or making something up. He seems emotional, but also rational at the same time.
"What do you mean? Nicole --"
"Forget about Nicole. I've been watching her, and I can't tell either way, now. But... I know about you. You're infected."
You stiffen.
"No, no. It's OK. I saw the X-rays, I snuck in while you and Jacob were doing something else. I was listening when you were talking, once."
"What!?" you exclaim. "You little --"
"No, stop. Please. Not here. Please. Just, hear me out," he begs.
You grit your teeth and comply.
"I know you're infected by those vines. Those faceless things. But you've managed to beat them, I think. It doesn't matter. You can't be one of them if you're infected."
"You're crazy. I can't be one of them if I am one of them? What?"
"No, listen," David says. "I think there's more than just one breed of these things. And I think they might not be overly friendly with each other. I just... your eye is back. I had a dream about this. I think you're the only one I can trust."
"You'd gain my trust a lot faster if you didn't shoot small children," you say.
"I said I was fucking sorry!" David says angrily, then looks ashamed.
You narrow your eyes. David lets out a heavy sigh.
"OK, sorry. Again. But we need to get past this. I need to talk to you in more detail, but not now. Later. Please, just... wait. Trust me. It might be very important."
You sigh yourself.
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1. "Alright, David. I'll trust you, for now. We'll talk later."
2. (Lie) "Alright, David. I'll trust you, for now. We'll talk later." (Go inside and tell Jacob about this.)
3. "No, you're crazy, and I'm telling Jacob exactly what you've said to me here."
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