The weather was fine, and it was just past noon. Alexander was lying on the ground in the middle of his camp. He had woken up in a weakened state that day, and immediately concluded that hunting was out of the question. He had begun moving towards the nearest source of nutrition, he usually had dried jerky or biscuits stuffed away, but he had failed miserably on his mission to acquire breakfast. He had been lying there for a few hours now, and had not yet regained his consciousness.
The signs had been there, but due to his nature he had never before experienced a disease, and so he had shrugged them off. The coughing had been specifically inconvenient while hunting, and it was a very irritating experience in general since it didn't go away, but he had otherwise felt just fine until today.
Alexander's regenerative trait was only really active while he was conscious, so right now he was pretty much like any other human, which in turn significantly dampened the virus' effect. This all lead to a stasis of sorts-- his regeneration would kick in whenever he was just about to wake up, and the virus would then assault him until he passed out again. He had during the past few hours only barely registered his location (on the ground and not in his bed) and that he wasn't feeling well, which was a highly uncomfortable new experience.
His body managed to repair the damage the virus caused, so the virus itself was unlikely to end his life. However, starvation and dehydration would become very real threats within the next few days. Alexander normally ate meals every other day, perhaps snacking on nuts or an egg in between, but going without food for three days was nothing new for him. In this state, however, three days would, if not end him, cause irreparable damage.
The signs had been there, but due to his nature he had never before experienced a disease, and so he had shrugged them off. The coughing had been specifically inconvenient while hunting, and it was a very irritating experience in general since it didn't go away, but he had otherwise felt just fine until today.
Alexander's regenerative trait was only really active while he was conscious, so right now he was pretty much like any other human, which in turn significantly dampened the virus' effect. This all lead to a stasis of sorts-- his regeneration would kick in whenever he was just about to wake up, and the virus would then assault him until he passed out again. He had during the past few hours only barely registered his location (on the ground and not in his bed) and that he wasn't feeling well, which was a highly uncomfortable new experience.
His body managed to repair the damage the virus caused, so the virus itself was unlikely to end his life. However, starvation and dehydration would become very real threats within the next few days. Alexander normally ate meals every other day, perhaps snacking on nuts or an egg in between, but going without food for three days was nothing new for him. In this state, however, three days would, if not end him, cause irreparable damage.