We should have disposed of that
nasty crap much earlier.
It got Robert's body as well,
even though I made sure to seal
up the body in an air-tight bag.

The ammo in the spare gun
we keep here for security, ran out.
Hell, bullets didn't even dent it!
What in the hell am I gonna do now?

The bite wound from that thing
just won't clot. I've lost so much
blood that I feel nauseous and dizzy.
Wherever I go or hide, that damn
thing is always on my heels.