Socks pov

"God- I hate this job-" I sighed, my work camera swaying on the strap hanging from my neck. I looked around, trying to find any host's as my entire job is to risk my life just to photograph any of the Vita Carnis species, but I mainly have to photograph Mimics, Hosts, monoliths, and the harvesters. But, for this mission, I had to get a Host of Influence photo.

I peaked around a tree and noticed a Host of Influence. Even though it looked funny and maybe even more human, I quickly and quietly grabed my camera, taking a few photos and leaving. noticing a weird dust in the air I panicked, "shit." I ran back to my vehicle I used to get here, eyes wide.

"Youse good mate?" Laff asked, turning around, noticing my panic, "I probably got infected with Host spores." I hissed, scared about the thought of becoming a victim of the Host of Influence. "Alright mate, I'll get youse back to the office" Laff said, already driving away.

I felt a bit tired during the drive and decided to take a nap, after all, what's the worst that could happen