Disable it... and then what? Maybe Claude was just trying to keep their morale up, but Anise couldn't be that optimistic. Even if there was a cure for the infection, there was no guarantee that someone who already transformed could ever turn back. And even if they could... could this guy live with himself if he knew what he just did?

Those ominous thoughts in her head only grew darker as they advanced on the creature, their flashlights finally revealing its sickening serpentine form, surrounded with blood and shredded clothing.

Anise couldn't believe what she was seeing. That thing in its mouth... It was a piece of the woman they just saw. A piece. Anise stiffened, making her best effort to keep from crying out in horror. "How... can this happen?" she choked out, turning her head away.

The nausea was worse than ever, but there was no way they could take a break now. Any time wasted, and she or Claude could end up like that. It was too horrible. She'd rather die.