Post by deadman on Aug 13, 2006 22:30:57 GMT -5
Dead Man stumbled through the woods, completely unsure of where he was going. All he knew was that it hurt... bad. His stomach felt as if it were on fire. His blood was a thick, viscous jelly congealed at his hands and feet and lower innards. His limbs were stiff, joints unable to move... yet, they still worked. By all accounts, the Dead Man was actually dead. He could smell his burnt, dead flesh. He could feel his mouth dry, his muscles and insides rapidly deteriorating...
but there was something more.
He wasn't normally dead, the dead don't move. Aside from being animated, his body seemed to be rejecting itself – as if it had decided it just didn't need some parts any more. His insides wanted to be his outsides...
he...
Dead Man leaned against a tree, stomach convulsing. A loan moan and gurgle escaped his palid lips, and as he doubled over a thin stream of clear liquid oozed from out of his mouth, completely forming a bridge between the Earth and his lips before vanishing into the soil. Then his throat began to bulge. Something was coming up.
With an agonizing moan originating deep within, he slowly began to expel something. At first a trickle of tar-like black blood dripped from his mouth... then chunks of it, clotted severely, joined the exodus. Finally, a sticky, slick rubbery organ was half hanging from his open lips... it was blackened either by the open air or the congealed clots hanging from it, and it was the size of a fist. With a gag, it finally slid all the way out and plopped onto the ground with a wet thump.
Dead Man screamed in pain, falling to his knees and holding his middle...
the pain... what is happening to me...
but there was something more.
He wasn't normally dead, the dead don't move. Aside from being animated, his body seemed to be rejecting itself – as if it had decided it just didn't need some parts any more. His insides wanted to be his outsides...
he...
Dead Man leaned against a tree, stomach convulsing. A loan moan and gurgle escaped his palid lips, and as he doubled over a thin stream of clear liquid oozed from out of his mouth, completely forming a bridge between the Earth and his lips before vanishing into the soil. Then his throat began to bulge. Something was coming up.
With an agonizing moan originating deep within, he slowly began to expel something. At first a trickle of tar-like black blood dripped from his mouth... then chunks of it, clotted severely, joined the exodus. Finally, a sticky, slick rubbery organ was half hanging from his open lips... it was blackened either by the open air or the congealed clots hanging from it, and it was the size of a fist. With a gag, it finally slid all the way out and plopped onto the ground with a wet thump.
Dead Man screamed in pain, falling to his knees and holding his middle...
the pain... what is happening to me...