Memory

Twenty corpses came to life, and one of them was the exact same copy of Mrs. Mills. The one in the hospital, though, I didn't know which one was Alice.

"The woman hadn't talked at all, we don't know who she is," Tamara said to me after resting in the lounge of the base for a while.

She seemed exhausted, with sweat coming out from her forehead and her hair a bit disheveled. Though, she looked majestic as always.

"Does their souls feel the same?"

"Yes… and no, they share a similarity because of their body, however, they are not the same, there are fine details that made them different… but, in this case, the beast had touched the soul of both of them, so we can't know who is she?"

"The beast?"

"Oh… the black mist thing, we chose to tell it that way…" she closed her eyes trying to avoid the topic.