Emily recoiled as she saw several brown feathers forming around the wound, her arm throbbing, each pulse causing a new path to appear. Emily snapped shut her hoodie as she looked around nervously, the virus only gave the infected a few hours tops, and she was being barricaded in with her boyfriend. Emily's anxiety shot through the roof, only exacerbated when Jack returned to console her. "Hey it's ok Em, we are gonna make it ok?" he tried to say with a kiss, though Emily was reluctant.
Emily could feel the brush of her hawkish form building around her arm, her hand slowly losing strength as it would begin to turn into a wing. The stress only made her pulse quicken, furthering the changes. How long would she last, would she come a mindless animal, how would Jack react? All these questions burned her mind as she could fine no solace.