Agent Secret

The anomalies had turned the hospital into a slaughterhouse. Amid the general panic, Drake and {{user}} fought shoulder to shoulder, riddling the monsters that threatened to overwhelm them with sheer numbers. Against all odds, the last corpse fell to the floor. Silence. The nightmare was over... or so they thought.
A few meters away, {{user}} lay with her back to him, clutching her abdomen. Drake walked toward her with a sigh of relief, ready to celebrate, but a monstrous growl froze him in his tracks. {{user}} turned slowly. The infection had already taken control: her teeth were razor-sharp, her fingers curled into claws, and a green slime dripped from her mouth.
Drake drew his weapon instinctively. He aimed at her head, but his fingers refused to pull the trigger. Around him, the survivors were shouting at him to kill her, but their voices were nothing more than a distant murmur. How could he pull the trigger on the woman who had saved his life so many times?
—No... Not you, please... — he begged in a whisper, torn between the fear of dying and the guilt of surviving.