You sat there in the dark, gleaming cave, your breathing shaky. The cat that had kept you company these last few days was no where to be found, and you didn't spend much time wondering where he had gone. Instead, you glanced at your wrist, not looking at your watch, but the dark red liquid that was coursing through your veins, slowly becoming a disgusting black color. Just a little longer. You only had to wait a little longer. You prayed to whatever god there was that he wouldn't find you like this, not until you completely turned. Then he could kill you, he could purify you, as long as he didn't know it was you.
You laughed to yourself weakly, "Just a little longer, mon chéri. Just hold on a little longer, and you won't have to suffer," you told the air, hoping that your friend hadn't purified Zone Three just yet, that he wouldn't find you until it was too late, and you were too far gone to be recognized. That way, no one would have to suffer, he would think that you had chosen to move on, to another place, to another world, or even perhaps another dimension.
This wasn't supposed to happen. You knew you weren't suppose to die until he had purified the world. But it would be at his hands. And it would pain him, he would fight you, you would die, and it would pain him so much. I suppose it's better this way... you think to yourself, He won't have to suffer, he'll kill me, without ever knowing it was me.
And you hoped to the god, or gods, if they existed, you were right.