Expedition Day 7
The infestation is dire. It spreads quickly and envelops all around it, twisting creatures, contorting them into ravenous monstrosities. Last week a large grazer buck was bitten by a corrupted garr. Now, green spittle flows freely from the buck's maw and bulbous sacs of pus protrude from its body, violently popping every 50 often. Most animals keep a good distance from the Strain, but it has overtaken the area's prime food and water sources, leaving wildlife little choice but to risk contamination.
Expedition Day 8
Confound it! Last night a varmint sneaked into camp and coated all of my materials in muck before I chased it away. I cleaned up as delicately as l could, but nevertheless managed to wipe some of the filth onto my brow. Already the bio-phage is taking hold. Odd bumps dot my face and my skin seems to be hardening into some kind of shell. I also feel strong, able to lift great weights with ease. I must work quickly to finish my latest antidote formula, though it shall likely be my last.
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