Torture Your OC

Zack-Alien Infection

(That's him up top. He is my OC for Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Zack's P.O.V

   I woke up in my bed, my head throbbing with pain. I sat up, still sore from training all day yesterday, but my headache was unusual. I stood up and walked to the foot of my bed, and I grabbed my sword. I wrapped the strap of my sheathe around my shoulder, over my chest and headed out.

    As I was walking, I tugged on the bottom of my shirt, and looked around camp. It was still really early in the morning, so no one was out and about. I looked up and the sun was just about to rise, and an ice-cold breeze blew by, sending a shiver up my back. I looked around again, getting nervous for no reason at all. I don't get anxious at all, so my head swarmed with thoughts.

   As I was walking around some more, I stumbled, but caught a tree that was luckily near me. My vision was starting to get blurry for a few seconds and I shook my head while blinking a couple times. 'That was strange.' I thought. My legs started to get weak, but not weak enough for me to not carry my own weight beneath me. Was I getting sick? Most likely, because it was raining yesterday, and I was outside all day yesterday training.

   I started to walk back to my tent slowly, taking one step at a time...Literally. I would take one step, wait two minutes then take another. It took me about 30 minutes to get back to my tent. As I rushed in, I got nauseous, and ran to a bucket I kept for an...Emergency, like this. I let my stomach and throat do the rest, and I ended up bringing my whole stomach up...Okay, I was exaggerating, but it sure felt like it.

   I plopped on my knees next to the bucket in case I needed to throw up again. My vision was getting blurry again, but this time, it got worse. Much worse. It kept on growing until my vision was black. I then fell to my side, unable to speak or move.

Robin's P.O.V (you can decide for Robin to be a male or female)

"Zack, c'mon, we need to get going! Chrom wants to move as soon as we can!" I yelled. I was standing outside his tent, and it was quiet. Usually Zack is out by now, helping Morgan with something. But this time, no one had seen him. So I decided to get Zack out of his tent.

    "Zack?" I asked, kinda worried because Zack usually answered back. I stepped into his tent, and saw Zack, laying on the ground next to a bucket. I ran up and kneeled next to him, shaking him gently, saying his name. Then, I notice something on his face, which was odd because he never puts anything on his face. It was blood. Bloody tears streamed down his face. I let out a shocked gasp, and checked his pulse.

    Tears stained the corners of my eyes. Zack, one of my closest friends, was laying before me...Dead.