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London England
10:30.
The receptionist is having a good laugh about something posted in a myspace account when the man staggers in.
"...Kirk- " Donna's voice is soft, "...Kirk..."
The smell hits him first. A sickly sweet smell with a sour undertone. It smells like week-old garbage and rotting food. It smells like meat that sits in the back of the car for too long after you come home from the shoppe. Kirk lowers the computer screen, smirking to himself as he spots the source. the source of that horrible horrible smell.
It's a man. It shouldn't be a man. everything about the thing walking into the hospital says it's not a man and that it should be killed, taken out of the way and murdered before it does harm to others. Blood burbles from squished lips as it tries to talk, the effort clearly difficult.
No wonder. The sore on the creature's face is the size of a grapefruit.
"...Please." It burbles, "...Puh-Puh-Lease..."
Funny. Kirk thinks, Wasn't somebody just talking about something like this?
The hospital dances it's dance and never misses a step before Donna recoils, horrified.
"...Oh gods-"
"...What?"
"....One of those-those soils-"
Her hand is covered in pus and red, "...sores..those sores...it...it burst..."
10:30.
The receptionist is having a good laugh about something posted in a myspace account when the man staggers in.
"...Kirk- " Donna's voice is soft, "...Kirk..."
The smell hits him first. A sickly sweet smell with a sour undertone. It smells like week-old garbage and rotting food. It smells like meat that sits in the back of the car for too long after you come home from the shoppe. Kirk lowers the computer screen, smirking to himself as he spots the source. the source of that horrible horrible smell.
It's a man. It shouldn't be a man. everything about the thing walking into the hospital says it's not a man and that it should be killed, taken out of the way and murdered before it does harm to others. Blood burbles from squished lips as it tries to talk, the effort clearly difficult.
No wonder. The sore on the creature's face is the size of a grapefruit.
"...Please." It burbles, "...Puh-Puh-Lease..."
Funny. Kirk thinks, Wasn't somebody just talking about something like this?
The hospital dances it's dance and never misses a step before Donna recoils, horrified.
"...Oh gods-"
"...What?"
"....One of those-those soils-"
Her hand is covered in pus and red, "...sores..those sores...it...it burst..."