Title:           Still can't think of a title for this
Author:          Faggotron_mk1
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of February 2015 07:23:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 22nd of February 2015 10:59:03 PM CDT

> You awoke to the shrieking of an alarm clock, as you often do.
> You kept it on the opposite side of the room, so that you had to get up to turn it off.
> As you rolled off the bed, it dawned on you that you were unable to breathe. The infernal machine kept up it's demonic chant as you attempted to dislodge a blockage in your trachea.
> An eternity of pain later, you finally removed the offending blob.
> It was an unpleasant sight, a collection of black and brown chunks suspended in a viscous green substance.
> With that out of the way, you then began the monumental task of standing up.
> The human musculature is an amazing thing, capable of shrugging off immense injury, but one thing that it does not handle particularly well are numerous inch wide holes.
> Finally, the clock gave some respite, leaving you to contemplate your physical condition.
> Many of the sores on your arms and legs had been torn open in the night, leaving the white sheets on the couch-bed forever stained a reddish brown. This also gave you the opportunity to investigate the holes left in place of them.
> Using the arm that was less ravaged by disease, you dragged your useless right arm into view and investigated prominent hole through the side of your wrist.
> You gagged upon discovering that the hole went to the bone, or even deeper!
> Probing the wound with an arthritic finger, you scoop out a slurry of rotten flesh and bone fragments.
> If there was a benevolent god, he is very dead now.
> Letting your useless arm fall to the ground with a wet crunch on impact, you held up your now filth encrusted left hand. The skin pallor from yesterday had turned to a deathly grey.
> Well, that's it then, you were dead. You certainly looked the part and with the coughing fits renewed you realized that the chunks in the green substance running down your shirt were probably parts of your lungs and other organs.
> Pulling your self into a nice dark corner of the room, you sat yourself up against the wall in the hopes that gravity might keep your organs inside of you.
> Remembering your plans from last night you decide that it won't take a doctor to tell you that you're fucked.
> It's unsurprising now, but you find that your teeth are extremely loose. You'd lost a couple yesterday but now you pushed out an entire row with just your tongue.
> Well, let's not put this off.
> You begin making a concerted effort to dislodge the last of your teeth.
> Strangely, this wasn't painful, and with the taste of blood filling your mouth, you found that detail deeply unsettling.
> With the last your stubborn molars clattering to the floor, you also spat out the liquid pooling in your mouth.
> Brown chunks, blackish slurry, expected. But, there were still unpleasant surprises ahead even after the past week. What should be a deep red was instead a lurid blue.
> You were going to make an effort at crying when a familiar voice called to you from the kitchen
"Anon! Breakfast has been ready for the past fucking hour, get up!"
> That was Jerry, the previously unnamed best friend.
> Or, something that sounded like him, if this happened to Jerry to, there is no way he is still alive.
> Making another effort to stand and meet this intruder, you actually made it all the way to your feet, sadly, walking remained out of your list of abilities.
> You immediately lose balance and smash your face into the old and worn hardwood floors of your tiny house.
> Rolling onto your back, you notice a small pool of the blue substance from earlier at the point of impact
> Is that your blood?
"Holy shit Anon, you alright?"
> You manage to cough out a "no."
> A tall lanky man walks out of the kitchen, with a slightly concerned look on his face.
> Well there's Jerry, or at least a very convincing approximation Jerry.
> "Get out of my house."
"Why? You invited me over yesterday."
> Did you? Racking your memory for evidence if this claim, you come to the conclusion that while you are unsure, this creature is most likely spouting bullshit.
> "Listen, I bought a gun a few weeks back, when shit hit the fan, it's on my desk I think, just end this early if you will."
> Jerry seemed maddeningly oblivious to your condition.
"You don't look well, you want to go to the hospital?"
> Looks like communicating with it is hopeless, might as well take tabs on your own condition.
> You had a splitting headache, worse than the first one a few days ago.
> Your skin felt like it had detached from the underlying flesh on several parts of your body and-
"Come on, we need to get you outside, this stale air must be killing you."
> The Jerry thing hoisted you up onto it's back and began to carry you to your door.
> You didn't exactly care where it was taking you as the sudden shift in position caused every part of your body with still living nerves in it to scream in agony.
> An indeterminate amount of time later you found yourself lying down in the back seat of what was probably Jerry's car.
> You couldn't see who was driving, partly because your vision was very blurry at the time, but mostly because your head was positioned behind the driver's seat.
> As you pushed yourself up right to get a better look at your surroundings, you realize that some strength had returned to your arms, and you couldn't feel your fingers.
> You might have taken some more time to contemplate that had you not seen your reflection in the rear view mirror.
> At jet black spike had bore it's way through your skin and made itself prominent on your forehead, also, most of your hair fell out, and your face seems eager to come off all together. Perhaps most striking was your eyes, two black dot's floating in a sea of blue, about the same colour as your blood you'd guessed.
> You decided it was best to lay down and wait for this all to blow over, now that your physiology had stopped degenerating and was now content with just changing.