• A single bite, one feral strike is all this virus needs,
    Its iron grip fully clenched after the sinking teeth,
    Though treatable without a doubt, do not tarry or delay,
    Introducing a cure requires haste,
    Lest you succumb to barbarism; the way of wild taste,
    Though the transition isn’t instant, your time forthwith is marked,
    Take the path of initiative and ward off this evil—this manifestation of the dark.

    Guessing the symptoms first debut is the best that we can do,
    Week by week, you will wait,
    Unless treated, you will deteriorate,
    Maybe two, possibly twelve, or anywhere in between,
    These weeks will be the worst of your life, that is easily deemed,
    You may lose sleep, be paranoid, be confused or agitated,
    There’s reason to be concerned now, you didn’t heed the warnings stated,
    Abnormality is daily life, but this virus has just hit its stride,
    Delirium and hallucinations follow closely after,
    Finally then the highest tier, the signature as it would appear,
    You have been changed, converted they say,
    No longer a hunter with his spear, but now the prey,
    Weakened, now subjected to what has come to own you,
    Rabies.

    The availability of resisting is gone, you have failed,
    You are a monster, common sense has bailed,
    Engulfed by paralysis, a cannibalistic synthesis,
    Drooling, unable to speak, the future is incredibly bleak,
    The jaw has become idle, the throat muscles unresponsive,
    Panic sets in, no longer human, dying slowly, can’t think straightly,
    Body shuts down, brain is useless, you’re a puppet of a virus,
    Fear surroundings, basic instinct, attack everything you see,
    Cut, or scratch, or bite a person, infection is the goal for me,
    Death.