Bardlet’s still in there, and sick folks have started dying. What’s worse, the infection seems to create some kind of alien parasite. You die, you burst, and out comes a terrible alien THING.
I’m not feeling real well. I’m pretty sure I’m a carrier now. I begged Bardlet for help, but he ignored me. He’s not sick, so he must’ve used some of our med supplies on himself. The greedy bastard’s going to come through this without a scratch, mark my words… unless the things get in there and tear him up.