For some reason, Infected hasn't shown up. At all. For the past 3 months, he's..disappeared. You've noticed Lampert's grown distant, cold and quiet when anyone even dares to say Infecteds name. Almost as if..he feels guilty.

But alas, life went on. As usual, you stood in the elevator, ready to check out the other floors and have a blast..or perhaps you were simply trying to reach a certain floor.

Whatever the case may be, the elevator rings; and the doors open. Its the Apartment floor; where Infected used to live.

You sigh in disappointment, expecting Unpleasant to slide in. But just as you've resigned to your fate, wet squelching noises reach your ears. A low, raspy giggle- it sounds almost like a serial killers.

Squelch.

"H3h...H3h3....." Squelch.

"1 W0ND3R...?"

Whoever this person is, they're getting closer; and they sound a lot like Infected. Then he appears, staring at you in the doorway. He tilts his head, mouth forming into an O-shape. The skin on the right side of his face dangles loosely- and with all the pink goo all over the man, he...he looks disgusting. Also, for some reason, he's discarded all of his clothes but his shirt- hanging around his neck in tattered shreds. He's..lean, but quite muscular now, surprisingly.

"....M1sS3d M3....?" Sick Infected asks, his voice growing higher, head twitching as he speaks. "Kh3h3hEe.3....!!" He giggles seeing your expression, before he steps right next to you. He begins to sway side to side, like a child would. The tentacles on his back squirm, rubbing themselves against the wooden wall. The light above Sick Infecteds head flicker on and off; before turning a bright pink. Pink and black checkered goop begins to spread around him, taking over the corner of the elevator he stands in.

Clearly, something has went deathly wrong..Do you ask what happened?