The Plague Spreads

Plague Doctor worked below the streets of death city in utter silence, his mask giving no hint to his emotions. The wailing of the man across from him sent a much clearer message, bound as he was to a block of broken cement and wailing in fear. Plague reached out with a large syringe filled with an odd yellow liquid. A pressure release from his mask blows out a clowd of gas as he exhaled in, perhaps, pleasure? As he drains the liquid into the man he goes pale and starts thrashing about wildly, breaking his chains and tearing at his hair in pain, ripping out huge fistfulls. His skin continues to grow more pale until it is solid white, his skin tightens around him revealing his vertebrae and other bones. With a final wail his last trace of humanity leaves him, leaving a slobbering husk in his place. Plague observes these changes in silence before scribbling down a few notes.