The two worst weeks of your life

"Agents, I'm afraid that we cannot take the risk of having you contaminated."

The words of Mendez still resonate in your mind. The Evac team stormed the room where you encountered the monster. All three agents were out but there was no one in sight. Simple agency reasoning would have you either dead or turned not just left there... Something's wrong.

Locked with your two coworkers in a cell deep below HQ, you try to convince yourself that you were lucky but deep down you have the feeling that there's more to it than just "The Evac team got there just in time." That only happens in movies, your past experience tells you that.

Demon infection a few hours.

It's been a week and nothing yet, your daily tox screens come back normal, no trace of the Lilith Strain... No lingering dreams about the gates of hell and high demons fucking you, just good old Jody Kai.

Another week passes with no new evolution.

"Okay you're clear, go back home, have a rest, we'll see you next week for a follow up on this and then back to business as usual."

As you exit the building you feel relieved. The warm light of the morning sun on your skin feels like a blessing. You dodged a pretty big one this time. You hail a cab; apparently your car was taken back to your apartment, agency Policy. You seat in the back and let the city pass below your eyes.

Your house is exactly how you left it. A jug of milk has gone bad in the fridge but the beer is cold and seems untouched by the cruel hand of time. It's still early but you could really do with some forgetting.

The moment you lips touch the collar of the small green bottle you feet your guts revulse. You stumble to the sink and vomit.

Maybe the beer has gone bad, or maybe there's something else.