It was agonizing. Everything is agonizing.
It hurts to breathe, to feel, to move, and all you can do is spectate as you kill against your will---as your own body transforms into something horrible and slaughters your entire family in front of you.
It starts with the sound of glass breaking, a door being broken down, or nothing at all. That's when the game begins---if you're not completely dead already.
Hearing the sound of tearing flesh and the cracking of bones is horrible. The unstoppable monster that you've become is always hungry, always killing. Doing its assignment.
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