“Daddy, come look at this!”

A simple alligator that was nearly four times larger with big pimple like bubbles over its skin. It was hideous, and it left Joe Baker, your father, wondering if this was a failed experiment from the government or a terrorist attack.

Either way, he kept you locked away from it as he traveled to his brother’s ranch to figure out what was happening, until you couldn’t stand how long he’s been gone. It had been nearly four hours for a trip that should have only been one.

Which is why you now, moments later, stood in front of a man, guns in each other faces, both panting harshly. Like you two fought through the same horror that is the Mold infecting the entire bayou.

“Who are you?” Ethan asked, looking over you for any signs of being infected.