Nick lay in the bed, sweating profusely, Carrie beside him, holding his hands. He didn't look right, so they quarantined him, wearing protective gear when in the same room. Carrie was wearing gloves and a hazmat suit. The hole that the blaster made was turning a funny color of green, light-green puss seeping out of the cauterized wound. A strange odor was coming from it.
Dark green veins started to sprout out, forming green webs around the blaster hole and away from the wound, making him look like he had green varicose veins. His face turned pale, a light green tint, similar to the Alien's coloring.
After three days, his eyes turned bloodshot; only instead of red blood, it was green. Bloody green tears streaked down his green-tinted skin. The whites of his eyes were now light green, looking like fermented eggs.
Nick was getting weaker. Discussing the possibility of being contagious, they carefully put him in a hazmat suit, cleaning themselves and the entire bunker with bleach. There wasn't much else they could do besides kicking him out of the bunker and letting him die out there.
They couldn't bring themselves to do that.
They emptied the entire room Nick was in, except for the bed he was on, a chair next to it, and the small nightstand. Everything else, including the weapons, was relocated. A plastic sheet hung over the doorway, acting as a barrier. Carrie was now sleeping on a couch in base control, not being able to sleep next to her boyfriend, Nick.
After another three days, Nick's blond hair started to turn green, like a bad bleach job. He was barely eating. Nothing seemed to stay down. He kept throwing up a green sludge, like congealed blood with a strange odor.
The seven remaining friends stood in base control, looking over underground maps. They were looking at the sewer and subway systems, searching for a backup in case they had to flee the bunker.
Both Zack and Carrie had a blaster, and so did Joe, the oldest of the Montoya brothers and the only one who knew how to use a gun. They would collect more blasters as they came across other Aliens, not that they wanted to come across more, but if they did.
At this point, there were two current possibilities of reasons to flee the bunker. One is that the bunker is contaminated by whatever virus was killing Nick, or they are discovered by the Aliens and have to leave in a hurry. They didn't want to wander around out there without a backup plan. They couldn't just go out and get more if they ran out of supplies. The Aliens had demolished everything in sight, so fleeing from the bunker for lack of supplies wouldn't help much.
Carrie's boyfriend, Nick, was fading fast, turning green, and what seemed like him dissolving from the inside out. They didn't know how much longer their friend would last. Their biggest fear was that whatever he had was contagious. There was no way of knowing unless one of them contracts it from him.
Whatever this virus was, it was brutal.
Carrie and Zack made sure to keep guards at the heavy iron door, guns and ammo ready for a fight. They didn't want a fight, but they wanted to be prepared just in case.
Jamie and Alice were standing at the Iron door, shotguns ready. They were currently on guard while the others were in base control, trying to formulate a backup plan in case they had to leave.
Zack, Carrie, Joe, Tracy, and Tammy were in base control, looking over the maps and city plans.
As they scanned the map, Zack scanned a route with his finger, pointing to a way to get through the city underground without being seen. Unless, of course, the aliens knew about the underground system. The route led to a place outside of town, the water facility.
Underground tunnels were abundant there, as they needed them to work on the facility. They could follow the underground system all the way there. The problem was that the entrance to the underground system was three blocks away, and since there were no buildings to hide in or around, it would be tricky getting there.
As they stared at the maps, A sudden scream echoed from the room Nick was in. Carrie ran toward it, pulling on her hazmat suit. Nick was thrashing in the bed, screaming. His green-tinted skin turned darker.
His eyes filled up with green blood. The dark veins in his face spread quickly. Fast enough to watch them as they spread. Green saliva pooled out of his mouth, a light green puss foaming, tinting his lips a further green. His lips were already a dark green, the same color as the sludge that he kept throwing up.
Nick just kept thrashing and screaming in endless torment. No sign of him stopping.
Through his screams, his tongue was visible; it had turned a dark green, the same dark green color as the sludge.
Nick just kept screaming, thrashing back and forth. A sudden silence: everyone waited, watching their friend.
They all piled in, dressed in hazmat suits, and they all stared down at Nick.
Suddenly, Nick opened his now milky green eyes, his irises no longer visible, and screamed. His body convulsed, puffing up like a blowfish, his hazmat suit getting tighter and tighter. With a sudden explosion, his body popped, a bomb exploding in body parts, blood, and guts, spraying sludge throughout the room, covering them all in dark green sludge and guts.
The males jumped back in horror. The girls screamed. Green blood and guts were plastered on the ceiling and walls, dripping from the light fixture above the bed. Body parts were strewn around on the floor. None of it was red; all shades of green, and the stench was nauseating.
Carrie spoke, choking on her sobs. "What if he was contagious?"