I had escaped it. I was so sure I had escaped it. Why hadn’t I escaped it!? It had gotten to me, and I cannot fathom how. I did everything in my power to avoid it, to sneak away from its malevolent clutches, to flee from its sickening intentions. And I had done it! I was free from its claws! I was free from the thing that wanted to enter my soul and rip out my innermost self! But I celebrated too quickly… In the midst of my victory, I could feel the evil thing creeping inside me, slowly scratching its way up from my feet and down from my head and out from my limbs, conjoining in the middle ground of my stomach. No… It couldn’t be. I refused to accept it.
It was impossible!
Improbable!
INCONCEIVABLE!
How could it be that after all my precautions, after all my wariness, it made a fool out of me by tricking me into believing I was safe!? Oh, what a cruel, torturous thing this is… Then again… There was the rain. Oh yes, the rain that poured down so shamelessly, so mockingly, from the gray puffs of smoke up in the heavens; soaking me to the core. That rain… Yes , that rain is the culprit! That rain is to blame for my failure! Oh, little drops of condensed air, I have never loathed you so much, I have never despised anything as I despise you in this moment. I will never forgive what you did. I will never forget what you gave me. I will forever remember that it was you who gave me the vile thing, the poisonous being… 
The Sickness.