Fifteen

[offthepigs]

It's been just over a week since that rat below me put a goddamn hole in my leg. And it's becoming very dry and itchy at this point. The skin is peeling and the flesh is rotting. Good Lord, it must be an infection of some sort. Terrible sensations in my leg, creeping up my spine and into my brain, where the ticking continues to rebound off of the

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[modern_truths]

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[offthepigs]

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Why don't you come over for dinner?

[modern_truths]

[offthepigs]

I don't bite...yet.

[steeldame]

They are only zombies.

[offthepigs]

And you're only dinner.

[steeldame]

Not likely. Zombies and ghouls are the easiest type of monster to destroy.

[offthepigs]

Its...getting harder to type...

There's a...cure...I've heard...

[holymadonna]

Oh dear... Are you affected?

[offthepigs]

No, I'm just...guh-- rotting away on my own...terms.

[holymadonna]

Tell me your address, please, and I will deliver this antidote to you.

[offthepigs]

Somewhere---buh... Fuck...building...five...no...six? nghh--Maybe.