"Clare?"
Someone was calling my name. What had happened?
"Clare, wake up!"
It sounded like Alex. It had to be Alex, everyone else is dead... right? Of course right. There's no way... then my eyes opened.
"Jesus, Clare!" Alex said, jumping back suddenly. "Are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?" I shouted before raising my head to look myself over. "Oh. I guess I do."
I slip out of the restraints on the table and hop off, hoping to land safely next to the bed. My body has other plans. My legs crumple beneath me and Alex sighs. I struggle to get up, clawing the table, walls, and anything else in reach. I stand up, finally, legs searing. There's a heat emanating from my right arm.
"Congratulations, Clare. You're a monster," Alex says dryly.
"I'm a what?" I ask, confused. I look down at my arm. It's turned into a blade, one that...
Suddenly, I'm on the floor again, writhing. The sight of the blade brought back some memory I wasn't ready to handle. A minute or two passes and I'm aware of my surroundings again. Someone's holding me in their arms, and we're walking forward. My arm is no longer the blade. I look up and see Alex, staring forward. Memories rush into my head again.
I roll out of Alex's grip and my arm materializes into the blade. "You killed me!"
Alex sighs. "No, I infected you. If I had killed you, you would've been better off. Got it?"
"Why am I like this?"
"God only knows," Alex says, agitated. "I didn't choose your fate! You didn't- the virus didn't want to die!"
"The virus?"
"You're infected. You're a monster. You're like me."