[Salone]

Lev watched from his position, several yards back from Michael and the others. In his current state, he decided to take a defensive position. Let the others take point, take whatever might be lurking in front of them. Let the others fall rot consume. Let the others die. Feast on them. Feast!

A surging headache hit Lev full force. He swooned, going limp as his body hit the ground full force. The fall caused him to squeeze the trigger of his rifle, sending a single bullet roaring in to the sky. He laid there for the time being, dazed and overpowered by the headache that felt as if it was destroying his very being.