Everything hurt, as Shadow Milk backed away from the...thing. Why wasn't his magic doing anything to it? What the actual FUCK is going on??? All questions that he didn't know the answer to, even as the ex-Fount of Knowledge.
"Woah woah, hang on there buddy-HEY!" He had snarled. The thing charged towards him, it's rotted dough hanging off its body.
He conjured a knife and stabbed it repeatedly into its head.
Infected are fast, brutal and covered with a thin layer of spores that run within their jam and infect with a bite.
This fanfic is an infection au, written solely in my free time.
P.S. I HATE SPELLINGGGGGGGG WAHAHHHHH