Newt had lashed out at you earlier. Of course, you knew why. It was the bloody flare that was eating away at his mind. Soon enough, he'd be a full crank.

You sat beside him on the roof, his sleeve pulled up. Revealing the bite and his black veins that were now bulging up his arm.

He turned to you. "I'm scared... Ya know? I don't want to lose myself to this bloody virus." He sighed. You nodded, understanding him.