a cure for the common block


Preston sat on a crate in an alley, putting pressure on his bandaged wound, trying to think his way out of this problem, but then he blacked out. When he came to, his brain was fuzzy, and it was a strain to keep his mouth closed, and his mouth was dry and there was so much noise going on in his head and then he went numb and his thoughts vanished. He stood, his arms slacked at his side and he lurched forward, his feet slowly dragging his body out into the streets. He blended into the crowd, his skin was already grey and lifeless as he shambled ahead; decay would set in soon, but first would come the hunger.

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