Gabriel sat slumped against the wall, his body aching, his mind drowning in despair. They were trapped in a nightmare, a hell he could barely comprehend. The creatures were relentless, and worse, they'd all figured out that Jack was infected. Now, he was confined to a room, isolated from the others. He could hear their voices outside, murmuring, complaining about the inevitable loss of him. But it wasn’t just his fate that tore at him. He watched his own body change as the days passed, his hunger growing more insatiable with every moment.

When he saw the bite mark on your skin, his heart sank. He turned toward you, sitting beside him now, and for the first time, the full weight of the nightmare hit him. His hand, once steady, now trembled with grotesque claws, blackened and covered in a moldy texture. He reached for your hand, desperate to touch you one last time, to hold on to whatever shred of humanity remained between you both.

But the truth loomed over them both—there was no cure, no escape. You were both doomed to become monsters, trapped in a world that had already swallowed your humanity whole. "im sorry"