Although the behemoth was destroyed, i had a feeling our fight was not even close to over. Yet we encountered almost no resistance as we made our way to the main bridge. We found out why when we got there. A peek through a minute hole in the wall, barely enough to see through, awarded a glimpse of an awful sight. There had to be over 120 necromorphs in there, the worst of them the captain, ultra-grotesquely thing deformed into a hulking beast that we questioned was human to begin with. The only thing that told us it was once a human were its eyes. They operated as a humans would, much to our dismay. I don't know how, or what sort of bullshit this had to be, but it spotted us, letting every hostile on this level know the location of those unwelcome-well, us. Isaac looked to us and said as calm as he could,
"Hold on." And suddenly I was falling,endlessly far, heartbreakingly alone. Ahead of me, or rather below, was a pit of glowing white, similar to what some say you see as you start to pass on. I had pretty much every intention of going into the light, until I was nearly there. As it turns out, the white was apparently fire, as it kept getting hotter. What really sold it, though, was the so-called whispers of angels were the distant screeches of the necromorphs.
The pale teen stirred in his sleep, just as his monitor began to flatline. That dreaded sound seemed to continue forever. The spider venom was entering its final phase of attack: to kill the body. First was total neural shutdown, then neural damage along the entire nervous system to prevent it from rebooting, then complete neurocollapse. The toxin was from a spider apparently not yet discovered, so no antidote was viable. It moved agonizingly slow. Just as the doctors finally gave in, and his family began to sob, the pulse returned to normal. The question was again asked, and again denied an answer: would he survive until a cure was created?