"Jesus, that's the 8th time in a row!" Tomorrow threw the cards in exasperation.
Don't Panic smiled. "I guess now is the wrong time to tell you I used to be a card counter in Vegas."
Tomorrow's mouth hung open in bemused disbelief before they both started laughing.
Their bonding was cut short by Sheila stumbling into the room, slightly wheezing. She collided clumsily with Tomorrow. "Woah, Sheila, are you okay? Jesus, your shoulder is on fire!"
He knelt down to look in her eyes and recoiled in horror. Her eyes had gone almost completely white, and her lips were curled in a snarl. She lunged at him.
"Shi..."
BLAM
The shot took the back of her skull off, which landed with a wet thunking sound next to Don't Panic's feet. Sheila's limp body slumped against Tomrrow who backed away quickly in disgust, sending her body sprawling on the concrete.
Techgod stepped in the room, barrel still smoking.
"Wha...how did she...turn?" Tomorrow stammered. "She wasn't dead!"
Don't Panic sat in thought for a moment. "Her shoulder. You said it was hot. Which shoulder?"
"Uh, her left one," Tomorrow replied, clearly unaware where the line of questioning was going.
Don't Panic walked over to the body and kicked it onto its back. The bite on her shoulder rolled into view. The wound had mortified, and a thick green excretion was coming out of the bite marks.
By that point, others had joined them, and a sense of panic was descending on the room.
"We have to check everyone for bites" Queen of Spades said coldly. "Didn't you have a bite, techgod?"
"Hold on" he said slowly, backing up from the group, raised gun shaking. "This... isn't definitive. We have a case of one. Maybe... maybe some of us can be immune."
Smatters of arguments began going back and forth between the group.
"Wait a second," Plutonius said caustically. "You expect us to believe, through the magic of evolution, you've inherited a gene that makes you immune to a devastating plague, the likes of which we've never seen, that turns everyone into homicidal maniacs with no sign of higher mammalian functions?"
"You can't agitate him like that," ucfgrad93 was whispering into Plutonius's ear as a new level of panic was filling the room.
"Yeah, we can't take that chance." Koodauw put a round in the back of techgod's head.
It is now NIGHT 1 . Techgod, a normal villager, has been killed. Deadline for PMs is 9 PM PDT, 4 AM GMT.