There is something wrong with those affected by the infection. They were different from other, normal people. Laz felt the normal people were still that, normal. They were like the standard herd, those who just roamed around all day, eating grass, playing, and wasting time. The infected, the ones who had gotten sick, become naturally different. They became like the large predators of the jungle, running around, hunting, fighting. Death means less to a predator, for they see death every day. Death surrounds them as a means of life. The only connection they have is to their own family, which they will give up their lives to protect.
Tonight, Laz decided to push his humanity to the back and fully embrace the instincts within.
