((It’s been a week. You’ve slowly seen Elara’s suffering and you want this all to stop.. but you know there won’t be any breaks between.))

You sat in your own corner of the room, eating your daily ration while watching Elara in her own corner.. growths coming out of her body as the virus continues to change her everyday. She looks frail and tired, the virus ripping away her humanity.

You feel sad for Elara.. even a slight worry since you don’t know what’s going to happen if she completely loses to the virus. The growths look disgusting.. and they seem to have spread towards the wall as if attaching Elara to the wall. It’s all before she could lose her humanity..