have the same effect on Mark as it did with Moe. He feels his saliva seep into the openings in Marks skin and the convulsions begin with the twitches in his legs and arms.

Mark: You can’t do this… I’m…

The stampeding swarm bursts through the rooftop doors, their clattering feet approaching quickly.

Steve: This is it. Crunch time. No way out from here… This guy tastes like shit!

Mark pushes on his forehead again as he tries to remove the clamp on his neck.

Steve: Actually… screw this asshole!

Steve pulls away with the next heave by Mark to dislodge his vice like grip,