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48The Infected emitted guttural vocalisations interspersed with unnerving shrieks and growls. They scratched and slapped their skulls as if trying to get at something inside their heads. Their arms and hands and fingers and necks spasmed, their facial muscles twitched incessantly. Spittle drooled from their quivering mouths. Some were hunched over; others dragged their legs; all appeared off-kilter and jerk-walking — like they were relearning how to walk. Their exposed flesh bore scratch and bite marks, shredded skin and open wounds. Their eyes were glassy, bereft of the softness that is a window to a human soul. Their collective focus was on the human who had entered their domain. They jostled, snarled and clawed viciously at each other, like a constantly bickering pack of ravenous pr
