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Aug 07, 2012 21:21

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He was dead. That was the first thing MungoJerrie realised as he gazed at the body that lay before him like a discarded shoe. The markings matched his, the thick scuffy head was his, the scar above the left eye was his.  No doubt about it. That was his body. It was a shame he had not died as quite as handsomely as he lived though. He frowned at the glassy eyes and the foam covered mouth and the vomit that pooled about it.

His death had been painful. He remembered how his stomach felt like fire, burning him from the inside out. He remembered the itch in his head like a thousand flies buzzing in his skull. Causing him to try and scratch them out with his claws. The pain had been tremendous. Made him insane from it. When he started to choke, that was when things faded. The need to vomit quickly followed by a blank of white. Emptiness. He didn't know how long it lasted but when he opened his eyes the pain was gone and he was standing before his body.

Eyes... Why did he still have eyes? Mungojerry looked down. His
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