Utterly Mad

When the gate had finally re-opened and the dreaded beast was gone, Wile sprinted outside to check on his dear old friend.

They found him lying there in the fetal position, unconscious and bleeding out of a long hole in his chest, but alive.
"Thank the Creator." he breathed as a group of Fortress doctors rushed to give him aid.

Wile was grateful that his friend was alive, but he heard another voice...a saddened voice.
"Grandpa." it cried, obvious emotion in the voice. Wile turned to find a rosy cheeked Winter, tears streaming down her face as she watched the doctors carry away Roland.
"It's okay, Winter...it's okay." He soothed, giving her a hug and patting her on the back as he spoke.
"He's hurt bad, Grandpa!" she shouted, as Wile continued to soothe her.
She laid her head into his chest, tears soaking the cloth as he continued to soothe.

Wile snuck into the medical office, it was a surprisingly bright room with carvings of various animals on the walls.
He slid into the room, it had taken him a long time to wait til Winter had finally left the bedside, but now he was alone with Roland...and more importantly the person he wanted to see.
"Boney." He said.
A middle-aged man spun around from Roland, staring at Wile.
"Doctor Bone...not Boney." He said, rolling his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to know how he is." Wile said, trying to ignore the aggressiveness of the Head of Fortress' medical staff.
"Nothing you can do for him." Boney said, spinning back around to face Roland.
"Did it inject him?" Wile said, his voice trembling for just a moment.
"Yes." Boney replied, cold as ever.

Wile shook his head sadly and left the room.
Being injected by an Abomination was one of the worst fates a person could face. It meant they had sent in their life-sucking poison, and it was almost impossible to survive without a cure.
Each Abomination was different however, so to create a cure, one had to take the venom glands of the Abomination which had injected the poison in the first place...which was nigh impossible unless it was killed presently.

As Wile strolled to his room, a tear strolling down his eye he had a terrible and yet beautiful thought at the same time.
The Abomination was still out there...that meant a cure could be fabricated, it just had to be killed or captured. He wiped the tear from his eye, his face became hardened.
That meant he had to hunt it down.