"Duncan!" Kim wheezed, clutching her long dark hair. Wine-coloured veins were visible, crawling up her neck, and onto her face. The scientist was frozen solid, helplessly staring at his apprentice. What happened to her? Why was she reacting this way?
"Kim...?" Duncan asked, feebly. Kim was curling up into a feotus-like position now, tiny legs tucked up into a ball.
"Duncan," She sobbed, although there were no tears coming out of her eyes, "I'm... so hungry."
Her irises flashed a pale yellow, and Duncan now knew something even more worrying than this.
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