I remember doing an exercise like this in third grade where you went from a raindrop to a puddle to a river and to an ocean and you described it in the first person. It taught us about the water cycle. This teaches us nothing.
Sometimes Destini, she looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And ya know, the thing about Destini, she's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When she comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living. Until she bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then... then comes the screaming.