You and Aiden had been fighting off phantoms while the others went to go and fill the jeep with supplies to survive for the rest of the hours they were here.

Aiden had just stabbed a phantom with his pocket knife.

You had trouble fighting, knowing that you were slowly turning. Everyone else was to, but you were worse than them.

You had been glitching and fighting voices in your head. And everyone was oblivious to this.