"Please," Tim rasped from the other side of the glass, using what remained of his sanity to chain and cuff himself. He threw the key out the containment cell's door moments before it slid shut, sealing him inside. "You need to go." His once gentle voice was almost guttural now. "I don't wanna hurt you. I don't...I..."

There was silence for a moment before a piercing shrill cut through the air, followed by the sounds of clawing, hissing, and rattling. Tim growled as he struggled violently against his restraints. The virus had claimed him.

"Eat..." he hissed, his gaze feral and hungry as it focused on the only source of food available nearby. "Eat," he repeated, trying to lunge at the one he'd just been desperately trying to save. "Hunger!"