"There's a clinic in Liverton," Farley said when James showed him the Screamer bite. It was his only chance; a Screamer bite was fatal unless you got the antidote within two hours.
James slammed on the brakes, tumbled from the truck running toward the clinic. He stared at a camera eye and shouted into the speaker on the doorframe.
"Sorry, we're out of antidote," replied the speaker. "Besides, you look too far gone."
In the short silence that followed, James' muscles grew rigid and his bones were on fire. Moments later he fell to his knees and began to scream.
James slammed on the brakes, tumbled from the truck running toward the clinic. He stared at a camera eye and shouted into the speaker on the doorframe.
"Sorry, we're out of antidote," replied the speaker. "Besides, you look too far gone."
In the short silence that followed, James' muscles grew rigid and his bones were on fire. Moments later he fell to his knees and began to scream.
