When you wake up the next morning in the tent, you find that you're tentmate, and supposedly best friend, has thrown up. Fortunantly, not on you, unfortunantly, on your clothes. Your friend himself is sleeping peacefully, snoring loudly. Obviously not aware of the mess he's caused. You wish that he'll have the worst hangover when he wakes up, but you're gonna punish him yourself either way.
You crawl out of the tent and find that the mist's still heavy in the little valley your group chose as a tenting place. Not many others are awake, but you decide to take a little stroll in the forest before returning back to help packing.
As you pass the leaders' tent, you notice some vague mumbling, but you don't pay it much attention. Soon enough you're back at the river again. During your whole walk, you've been feeling very itchy and warm, and finally you can't take it anymore. After a quick check to see that no one's around, you throw off your clothes and dive into the cold, fresh water. It feels great. You swim around a bit, but soon get really cold. You climb out of the water and head over to your clothes.
But before you can reach them, a strange churning in your stomach makes you bend over in pain and lean against a tree. The heat returns and you're itching all over your body. A quick look down and you realize that you don't have any hair on your body, nothing at all!
You quickly reach for your hair on your head, it's gone too. You remember gulping large amounts of water while swimming. Could it be... poisonous? You retch, and find yourself throwing up dark red globs. You can't think more about it as a thick thread appears from out of your throat, making you retch even more. More and more of the thread escapes from your mouth and, your mind dazed and confused, you begin to envelope yourself in it, methodically starting at the feet and working your way up. Soon you find yourself inside a small cocoon, lying in a foster-like position. A name echoes in your mind, it's your name... it's...