Pacing, shaking, and gritting too many teeth, Dwight wanders the fog and tries not to panic about the fact that the blighted mutations have stabilized... and now are lingering, exactly as they are.
He expected them to start to wane, after the peak of the changes. He expected for it to wear off. It was just one dose, right? This shouldn't be permanent.
It shouldn't be permanent.
But it's not going away. Just staying right here, at the peak. And he could try to die to rid himself of it, but he wonders if that'll actually stop it- the Entity let this happen to him for a reason. What if It just reconstructed him like this? Dumped him back at the campfire infected? He doesn't want his team to see this, worry about him, struggle with the sight of him.
Torn, and wracked with anxiety, he resigns himself to continuing to wander. Let the Entity do what It will...
"God... damn it." He breathes, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling lightly at his hair.












