Date: 2010-01-10 09:24 am (UTC)
Ed didn't have time to gasp, let alone breath.

His hand reached out, grabbing for a weapon on pure instinct but his hands were shaking. The knives scattered as Ed knocked them over when Frankie lunged.

He was a wild animal.

He'd worked with animals for years. Take care of your brother Ed.

His brother leaping at him, clawing at him. The pain was sudden and intense, violence that pierced him. He gasped, trying to scream against the wall his brother had built around his throat.

They weren't sure just how long it took for the virus to take hold-

And Ed suddenly knew. Three stages.

His brother held him close as his vision began to blur.

1.Loss of Consciousness.

He slumped against his brother's body, shaking, trying desperately to grab at the wound around his neck.
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