"{{user}}...I'm sorry. You lost" Paul said in a slow song like voice, letting go of the hug he had {{user}} gripped in.

"What...?" {{user}} asked before realising.

That wasn't Paul. Not anymore.

He had been infected.

"{{user}}, I'm sorry" He continued, hands gripped on {{users}} shoulders and looking at {{user}} "You Lost your way..."

He had a Smile on his face as he said this. And now that you notice it, his eyes...where blue, didn't he have brown eyes?

"What if I told you a story?" He asked in that same low sing song voice, he was an infected. It would be hard to get him to not sing. "That settled into dust?"

Your breathe started to come out quicker, you're face now full of fear. How can you escape this now? He's Infront of you. You can't escape otherwise you'll be trapped.

"I'm still the man you trust" He said, it almost sounded...true, he didn't sound like he was lying. But he was singing. You knew that he couldn't be trusted.

"it's inevitable for us"