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I cannot handle this.
I was bitten just a while ago!
What is going to happen to me?

Can the black blood handle it?
Am I going to die?
I'm getting confused!
I can't handle this.

Ragnarok, what are you doing?
Where are you, by the way?
I thought you're just on my back.\

It's unusual for you to be quiet.
Are you planning to do something?
Man, say a thing!
I can't handle this...
Am I losing it?

What?! That zombie just bit me!
I eat food everyday and they don't mutate inside me.

It was really gross.
I saw how I was bitten.
There was blood all around my arm.
Bloody needle was enough.
I'll live.
I will not die.

I feel my back opening up.
"Ragnarok, what happened to you?"

He punches me on the head.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"I absorbed everything from the bite! Damn you!"

He punches me again.
"Stop it!" I say.
"Say thank you, damn it!"

Then I feel something sharp in my head.
"We're dying, Crona!" Ragnarok yells. "Hehehe!"
He had turned one of his hands into a sword.
And he strikes me again.
This time, on my neck.

I think Ragnarok is mad.
Stop it...
I can't handle the pain.