Your Ride Is Here My Lord
I woke up on the ground coughing up blood all over Lara's space suit. I really ruined it. What a shame. Besides that, I still had a splitting headache but it was starting to subside, even as I thought about it now.
[Lethality of Furorem Mortis virus incompatible with host's undead body. Can not kill what is already dead]
Huh. Who would have thought that being dead would save my life one day. What a weird turn of events. It looks like the worst I got out of that madness virus was a stern lecture from a slightly maniacal version of myself.
"There you are," Lara said, pulling me up onto my feet. I had fallen down at some point apparently. "You're finally awake. I thought I'd lost you for a minute there."
"How long was I out?" I said.
"About ten minutes," she said. "Your ride is here."
"My ride?" I said, as I looked around. I saw the portal and then I saw it. My motorcycle. The Phantom. It was sitting stood up just inside the portal.