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Marlena clutched at herself, exhausted and mortified at the resounding shivers that echoed around her body
Marlena clutched at herself, exhausted and mortified at the resounding shivers that echoed around her body. Never before had she felt such an overpowering drowsiness – she gulped, not understanding the nauseating sensation that froze her inside. She thought of the insects that had ambushed them in the tunnel, and she glanced at her wound. It had become stale and foul, with a rancid stink about it that stung her nostrils. Something stirred in her abdomen. She felt belittled and weak. Of course, she had had colds and infections. But nothing like this. Her vision was clouded by a soft shade of red that descended down her cheek. Marlena's body trembled and shook more frequently now. She looked over at Hud – he held the camera tightly in his hand, as if keeping it safe. She tried to speak up, but uttered several grunted and almost inaudible words. "Hud?" All the eyes averted to her, and she felt violated – almost a freak. "I don't feel so good." There was a frozen and icy pause – it was almost frightening, and suddenly noise erupted all around her. However, it didn't seem quite right. The screams and yells seemed stifled and somebody exclaimed: "Bite! We've got a bite!" Hands grabbed at her, and Marlena felt herself being pulled back. Inhuman fingers pulled her backwards, and Marlena yelled for Hud, wanting to be left alone. And while people were yelling, Marlena thought that there was no sound emerging. Somebody had pressed the mute button. There was a splitting pain and fear soared through her body – she felt as if her lungs were being compressed. She spat out some blood. No, she was vomiting. Blood flowed down in a terrifying cascade down her breast. There was a struggle going on in her abdomen, as if something was struggling to get out.
She lashed her hands out, aware that her body was convulsing. The sores on the inside of her mouth erupted, and Marlena fixed her gaze on the faces of her companions. They were glimmering – almost as if they were melting. She wanted to stop. She wanted it to end. In her foolishness, she had expected to never feel pain and suffering like this. There was a curtain nearby, and she screamed shrilly, yet she didn't think a sound emerged. Tears mingled with the blood that was flowing down her cheeks. She yelled for Hud. She needed him to console her. Her stomach was expanding, and it was pain like she had never even considered. Her ribs felt shattered, all her bones were throbbing and all the while she wanted it to feel like the way people had always told her death felt like. Painless, quick and similar to passing into another room. She saw blurred shadows running and fidgeting beyond that curtain. Marlena wondered if she would ever have made it out of New York City. She craved to feel the experience of laughter again, and then there was almost a silence. She bent over, spat out a few more droplets blood. There was a sickening popping noise, and something flew out before her eyes and splattered against the curtain. Then there was a morbid silence.
And Marlena knew no more.