Sam woke with a start. He lay in near darkness. Splinters of agony hammered through his head every few seconds, sending burning lines across his vision. His body felt heavy, making movement seem, if not impossible, simply unimaginable. The virus. The virus had taken hold fully.
Sam wondered how much longer he’d have patches of consciousness for. Would he always be there, a passenger in his own body once the virus took full control, or were these his last moments as him? The first prospect worried him far more than the second.
him“Good. You’re awake.”
Sam jumped inside, though the heaviness of his limbs prevented it showing. Someone was with him. Someone was with him and speaking in formal-speak. Someone was with him. He had to warn them. They were in great danger. He opene
