Sitting on the dusty floor holding Jan"s hand, Rachel could feel the turmoil inside him. His head was a violent mess, and the deeper she went, the harder it became to separate the good man from the monster he was becoming. The illness was spreading, mutating into something vicious and evil and permanent. Huge chunks of his brain had already been lost, consumed, devoured. As he gripped her hands tighter, she could see his desperation at the destruction he had already caused, but also a growing hunger for more. She tried to push against the sinister being with her own mind, and she felt the tension between them thicken. Whatever the darkness was, it wouldn"t be denied or delayed. She couldn"t stop it.
“Rachel! Rach! We"ve got to get out of here. The motherfucking, pig-w*****g son of a b***h
