I held the boy down. Tighter and tighter my hands tighten around the boys delicate neck, as I slowly squeeze the last living breath out of him. Until the gagging stopped, until we were both motionless, until we turned to just me. The freshly tears still dripping down his face. I stood up and looking down I froze. No sudden movement was made, the silence filled the room. But I had too, he was infected.
-Dave Raiden
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