…Jacob slowly opens his eyes and lets out a hiss through his dry lips as wave after wave of agony washes over this body, twisting and turning itself in each of the joints that meet between his ever-weakening bones. For countless seconds upon countless seconds he struggles to grasp a clear view of the world around him, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, then opening them once more, but the world continues to pulsate in and out of focus, and blurred images move closer, and then away with sporadic intent. He wearily lifts an arm to shield his eyes, only to catch sight of bright reds dripping from his flesh, which causes a stuttered breath to find itself caught in his chest.

“W-W-W-What i-is happening t-to m-me?” he whispers through desperately clenched teeth, as he grips his own throat with trembling hands, trying to break the breath free.

“You’ve been infected with the virus, and your body is changing as it takes hold, the journey is a hand in hand transition, where the body on one side tries to save itself, while on the other, it condemns itself to a fate worse than death.”

“I-I-Is there a-anything I c-can do to stop it?”

“You can stop fighting it.”

“W-W-Will that s-stop it?”

“No, but it will make it hurt a whole damn less.”….