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@Zeronos
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What was that stuff coming out of the man? At the moment, it honestly didn't matter to the William trapped in his own body. As long as it stopped the virus from trying to continue and, what, eat him? It woiuldn't matter that he hurt him, as long as the man could get out alive and hopefully to the hospital.

Unfortunately, as far as William was concerned, it was already too late. The man had been bitten and infected.

Still he tried, managing to wrench the body back and causing it to stumble away a few feet, only to have the virus reign control and push him away once more. To anyone on the outside, he honestly looked like a zombie, bumbling blindly and unsteady on his feet.

Meanwhile, he watched the man stumble, clinging to the dumpster as his one blackened arm seemed to tear through it like paper. He wasn't normal and he could fight back, but he seemed focused on getting away.

How fun.

Another growl, guttural and animal, and he lurched forward once more. Ignoring the blackened arm, he once again grabbed at the man's shoulders and neck, one foot swinging out to kick his knees away from under him.

This was no longer about propagating; with any luck, the people who came to investigate the body would become infected. No, the virus seemed to take the durability of this man as a personal slight.​

@Zeronos
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The man was starting to regain some life and somehow, the virus knew on a deep level that it wasn't because of the zombification effects. It happened quickly, but not within a minute or two and those black things were definitely not its own.

But the man was, as he said, irresistible. He wouldn't be letting him get away from him unscathed, not by a long shot, and a last ditch effort needed to be made before he got killed himself.

At the first stab, he began to 'regurgitate' immediately. He basically vomited on his face, only it was less undigested food and more bile, pus and blood. That would surely get somewhere that could potentially infect him, whether it was his eyes, nose, inside his mouth, the shoulder wound...

The blond's fingers tore through his chest, mangling whatever he had in there. Of course, in this state, he didn't need them to be alive but massive bodily damage wasn't something he was enjoying either. A tug and he lurched back with the push, stumbling a few feet before his back hit the opposite brick wall.

If he didn't look like a walking murder victim before, he sure did now.

Bloodshot and milky eyes remained fixated on the man, a wheezing groan coming from his own chest.​

@Zeronos
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Ooooooooh, perhaps he'd gone a little too far this time.

No! No no no no no... The faint whisper of William's sane mind, curled up in the back and just... Gone. No, he'd killed someone! Not again. But at least he hadn't been slowly eaten away by the virus. This one looked like blunt trauma, like a whole heap of pain before he finally collapsed.

The William trapped in his own body had already burst into tears, but it seemed that the virus was impartial. A pity that the man hadn't survived long enough to be infected, but he'd received quite a bit of damage himself.

He growled once more, turning away from the corpse and beginning to drag himself down the street again. Who was next?​