Contamination
The horror returns stalking my dreams corrupting them to nightmares. A small child is looking for me, toe headed and pale. Her right arm folded behind her back as she approaches me with wide dark haunted eyes.
There is a compound an encampment someone an adult tells me that the girl has something in her hand for me. I am instantly afraid, I don’t know why. The child stands before me expressionless and then quick as a serpent strike whips her right hand around grabbing mine.
In the center is a wide gaping wound coursing with brackish dark blood, I scream as jerking back in horrified surprised. She keeps saying “It’s for you” and I am babbling “I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Over and over I scream the words, a litany of shock as a drop of her infectious blood dashes against the side of my palm.
The alarm jolts me awake, an advertisement for Expose Strip club blasting at my nightmare addled mind. I keep hearing my voice harsh and hoarse “I don’t want it.”
I have the shakes for half an hour but the discomfort still clings to me even now.
There is a compound an encampment someone an adult tells me that the girl has something in her hand for me. I am instantly afraid, I don’t know why. The child stands before me expressionless and then quick as a serpent strike whips her right hand around grabbing mine.
In the center is a wide gaping wound coursing with brackish dark blood, I scream as jerking back in horrified surprised. She keeps saying “It’s for you” and I am babbling “I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Over and over I scream the words, a litany of shock as a drop of her infectious blood dashes against the side of my palm.
The alarm jolts me awake, an advertisement for Expose Strip club blasting at my nightmare addled mind. I keep hearing my voice harsh and hoarse “I don’t want it.”
I have the shakes for half an hour but the discomfort still clings to me even now.