There was a deadly disease going around. Some worm, or whatever. Surely it wouldn’t get to you. Well, thankfully it didn’t. But it got to Chance. The symptoms were clear as day. His mind seemed hazy and he seemed uncoordinated. Sometimes he would be confused at just about anything. He was sure as hell drowsy as well. You needed to know if he had the disease or not. But you knew from the symptoms, he was likely to have it.

Chance attempted to shoot the killer. Yet again, he missed terribly. He sighed tiredly. He turned away, nearly bumping into you. He almost tripped as he jolted back. He stared at you confusedly before finally realizing who you were.

“Oh- um… yes, hello…”