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Stormz looks around. A stone room, probably underground. There’s no windows, and an unopenable iron door. There’s a single lantern in the room, dangling brightly over Stormz’s head. He tries to sit up, but his movement is limited by padded cuffs around his wrists, keeping him from leaving the bed. The thin mattress and starchy sheets aren’t comfortable. He can see Dumb tied to a bed a meter away; he looks asleep for now.
On the other side of Stormz is a curtain with slight movements visible as outlines and pained noises.
He doesn’t know how he got here. He was just talking to Dolphin, going over the terms of their peace. He just watched her administer the cure to Dumb, right before the nausea hit.
Oh right. He passed out. He thinks Dolphin might have caught him. But he doesn’t recall getting moved here.
Stormz tries to cover his mouth as he feels a cough coming, but he’s still tied down. The cough is painful, violent even. He can’t stop coughing now, he feels something rising in his throat. A thick black sludge pours out of him. He angles himself to not vomit onto his bed.
He can hear the person behind the curtain thrash again, making sounds of pain. He knows that voice, even as they struggle to breath under the feeling of their twisting, rotting insides. Stormz assumes that all three of them are going through the same thing. Him, Stormz and Jelex; the ones to be at the forefront of the invasion.
The ones most affected by the changes he made from code, the rushed modifications to make them a little bit stronger, a little bit more agreeable to his plans. He never really thought about how he’d reverse it. How it all feels coming out.