The beast pulls up at the house in the driving rain. The rear wheel wobbling slightly as the damaged axle holds on as best it can. Steve drops out onto the tarmac and slumps to his hands and knees. He’d crawl for a while he decides, no point in overdoing it.
The infection was healing him, he could feel it stitch his battered body back together slowly, but he was badly damaged so he knew even it would take time. Every cell screamed at him to close his eyes again, to sleep and let the healing happen quicker. But he knew there was a bigger threat to deal with, Mark wouldn’t stop until he had his head on a plate or his foot on his face. There was still work to be done today so sleep could wait until he’d crossed the finish line.