Humanities weakness.
Your roommates, surprisingly, become even sicker than you, their symptoms worsening with every passing hour. One by one, they decide to head off to bed, hoping to sleep off whatever illness has taken hold of them. You remain on the couch, feeling weak and exhausted, but you stay awake, too restless to fall asleep.
Hours drag by, the silence of the house broken only by the sound of your own breathing. The exhaustion finally catches up with you, and you drift into a restless sleep on the couch.
Suddenly, you’re awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps and the door slamming open. You barely have time to react before your roommate, Billy, runs out of the house, his body twitching erratically as he rushes past you. His movements are frantic, unnatural, like a person desperately trying to escape something. He doesn’t seem to recognize you, or maybe he’s too far gone to notice anything at all. You stare after him, a sinking feeling growing in your chest.
Hours drag by, the silence of the house broken only by the sound of your own breathing. The exhaustion finally catches up with you, and you drift into a restless sleep on the couch.
Suddenly, you’re awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps and the door slamming open. You barely have time to react before your roommate, Billy, runs out of the house, his body twitching erratically as he rushes past you. His movements are frantic, unnatural, like a person desperately trying to escape something. He doesn’t seem to recognize you, or maybe he’s too far gone to notice anything at all. You stare after him, a sinking feeling growing in your chest.