The Plague Doctor of course, the wonderful master, he came to me in the dream, he was testing me all along, with illness and doubt. In the dream, the one's I've been having the man in the mask and robe appeared to me, I didn't wake up when the tapping came closer. I felt a cold clammy hand on my shoulder, firm like a protectors, he came round to my field of vision, and sits in his throne.
He sits there he looks..... formidable, powerful, he points a finger at me, I rise up, not in pain but not in complete comfort either. 'Do you want me to serve you?' I asked, quivering with both fear and excitement as everything came together, whee everything made sense. He just looked at me not disapproving but curious, 'Do you..... want to kill me?', again silence from the figure on the throne, his hands perched on top of his cane. I stepped forwards a pace, 'Can you make it so that I will never have to fear disease... or pain?', a few moments passed but he raised his cane and tapped it against the soft ground the squelch was followed by a hollow click, like bone against wood. He raised one hand and I walked towards him, I brought my shirt up to reveal my chest, he put his hand over my heart My skin burnt and peeled, I endured a pain I had never known, it felt like I was being eaten from the inside out, I thought my heart was going to fail..... that I was going to die. I had to endure the pain, to be free of death you must endure a lifetimes worth of pain.
I collapsed at his feet and waited keeping consciousness, I was on the brink of passing out when.... it stopped. I looked down and saw the stick and serpent, I guess burnt into my skin, though I would say it looks more like rotted flesh, but it doesn't smell so I wouldn't be too worried, I'm probably wrong. I looked at my new lord and understood my purpose I rose up, shaking, he looked at me approvingly, and I woke up.
I found the mark on my chest, it doesn't smell but it is sore, I now know why my friends died.
There only one way to fight disease, and that is with disease.
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Monday, 4 February 2013
Bloody Murder
Bloody as I have had to give many pints of blood to the 'specialists' who want to analyse it for an antibodies that counter act the disease they believe I had. So I am very light headed right now I've had more orange juice than a 6 year old, and more biscuit than a good dog. I haven't left the hospital between work and the tests they have been running on me.
Murder as all the people I contacted from the party are turning up dead from strange diseases, the specialists seem to be relishing all the misery that this seems to be generating, I have caught more than one of the smiling when they don't think I'm looking. I think maybe they're causing this somehow, making these people sick and killing them when they come to the hospital by making the disease more aggressive and therefore more likely to kill them.
Also I think I'm hallucinating from the loss of so much blood, I keep seeing that guy from the party out the corner of my eye with his weird mask, it's weird. Along with the nightmares I really think the coma or the disease I might have had fucked with my brain. I'm always running what looks like an abandoned hospital hallway with rooms filled with people covered in sores and pustules, some have half their faces hanging off, I thought they were zombies but they always come running at the door asking for help from me I'm always to scared or in a hurry, I'm running from a sound it seems there's a tapping that comes from behind me, measured and strident, not changing the frequency it comes at. I always run further away from the noise I end up in a room full of organs and limb in jars, and in the back looks like a throne made out of human entrails. I feel dirty I feel ill, I .... faint, then the tapping gets right behind me just before I wake up. I think I need help, really I think I need help.
Murder as all the people I contacted from the party are turning up dead from strange diseases, the specialists seem to be relishing all the misery that this seems to be generating, I have caught more than one of the smiling when they don't think I'm looking. I think maybe they're causing this somehow, making these people sick and killing them when they come to the hospital by making the disease more aggressive and therefore more likely to kill them.
Also I think I'm hallucinating from the loss of so much blood, I keep seeing that guy from the party out the corner of my eye with his weird mask, it's weird. Along with the nightmares I really think the coma or the disease I might have had fucked with my brain. I'm always running what looks like an abandoned hospital hallway with rooms filled with people covered in sores and pustules, some have half their faces hanging off, I thought they were zombies but they always come running at the door asking for help from me I'm always to scared or in a hurry, I'm running from a sound it seems there's a tapping that comes from behind me, measured and strident, not changing the frequency it comes at. I always run further away from the noise I end up in a room full of organs and limb in jars, and in the back looks like a throne made out of human entrails. I feel dirty I feel ill, I .... faint, then the tapping gets right behind me just before I wake up. I think I need help, really I think I need help.
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
What?
He died.....
My friend that is, he died five days ago, and I've been unconscious since then, I was in the room wearing a full body latex suit , that's when I collapsed when he died.
Backing up may help. He was going down hill quickly, he had already lost most of the fingers on his hands and all his toes, the number of buboes had increased, we initially thought it was bubonic plague, but there wasn't much else to suggest that so we discounted that. He developed a rash all over his back so he couldn't lie down without being in constant pain, he developed legions on his liver and kidneys. The Specialists didn't try to do anything when he started to die because I think they didn't know what to do, none of them, all I could do was pump his chest to try and keep his heart working but he started to violently convulse and foam at the mouth, I had never seen the convergence of such symptoms. That's when I started to feel faint, that's when I tried to grab on to one of the specialists arms for support but found them standing near to the wall far away from me, it must have been the delirium but I could have sworn I saw the weird guy from the party in the room I tried to walk towards him, but that's when I fell down I must have grabbed one of the gloves of the specialists because I saw a bare fore arm with what looked like the stick and serpent, the guy must be proud to be a doctor to have that.
I woke up in a similar room to the one I fell unconscious in, there were also people in hazmat suits like when I fell unconscious, I asked them what was wrong, they said they were worried I had the same thing as my friend so they were keeping me for observation but so far I wasn't showing any of the symptoms, it must have been my imagination but it sort of sounded disappointed that I wasn't sick, they still couldn't tell me why I had been unconscious for 5 days, I find it strange for that to happen.
One came in later without the suit on and I saw on his forearm the stick and serpent, it is the wrong height for the other guy I saw, are they part of some club or something, or the same hospital where getting the tattoo is normal. I don't know, all I know right now is that I'm tired and I need a good kip.
-Louis
My friend that is, he died five days ago, and I've been unconscious since then, I was in the room wearing a full body latex suit , that's when I collapsed when he died.
Backing up may help. He was going down hill quickly, he had already lost most of the fingers on his hands and all his toes, the number of buboes had increased, we initially thought it was bubonic plague, but there wasn't much else to suggest that so we discounted that. He developed a rash all over his back so he couldn't lie down without being in constant pain, he developed legions on his liver and kidneys. The Specialists didn't try to do anything when he started to die because I think they didn't know what to do, none of them, all I could do was pump his chest to try and keep his heart working but he started to violently convulse and foam at the mouth, I had never seen the convergence of such symptoms. That's when I started to feel faint, that's when I tried to grab on to one of the specialists arms for support but found them standing near to the wall far away from me, it must have been the delirium but I could have sworn I saw the weird guy from the party in the room I tried to walk towards him, but that's when I fell down I must have grabbed one of the gloves of the specialists because I saw a bare fore arm with what looked like the stick and serpent, the guy must be proud to be a doctor to have that.
I woke up in a similar room to the one I fell unconscious in, there were also people in hazmat suits like when I fell unconscious, I asked them what was wrong, they said they were worried I had the same thing as my friend so they were keeping me for observation but so far I wasn't showing any of the symptoms, it must have been my imagination but it sort of sounded disappointed that I wasn't sick, they still couldn't tell me why I had been unconscious for 5 days, I find it strange for that to happen.
One came in later without the suit on and I saw on his forearm the stick and serpent, it is the wrong height for the other guy I saw, are they part of some club or something, or the same hospital where getting the tattoo is normal. I don't know, all I know right now is that I'm tired and I need a good kip.
-Louis
Monday, 14 January 2013
Fuck
One of the guys from the party has got pneumonia, and is in intensive care, and another die from Cancer he didn't even know he had. It's strange, I'm also not feeling too good, knowing the luck we've had recently I'll have Scarlet Fever.
Also my friend is looking really pale and sick I don't know what he has he has some buboes filled with puss, he's lost a finger already, we've got him separated from everyone else. There are also specialists that have come to study him.
It's weird, why is everyone getting sick?
-Louis
Also my friend is looking really pale and sick I don't know what he has he has some buboes filled with puss, he's lost a finger already, we've got him separated from everyone else. There are also specialists that have come to study him.
It's weird, why is everyone getting sick?
-Louis
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
The day after yesterday
My friend called me up yesterday to ask if I was sick, I told him no, he said it was just that a lot of people got sick, he thinks they must have got food poisoning from the snacks. I remember that man from the party asked if he should be checked, he said that no one knew who he was so he couldn't see if he was sick as well. I have felt a bit weird however, I can't sleep and I don't know why, I also got back from the party to find some of my food had gone off. that was weird in itself I swear I had restocked it the day before.
Meh another weird occurrence in a week, now all I need is a van a stoner a loose woman, and a nerd, oh and a dog. Then we can get to the bottom of this gang.
-Louis
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Bloody touchy people
I was at that party wearing all my gear, when some guy started bumping into me, I felt a tear in my suit and a hand touch me, it felt clammy and slimy, and urch.
I turned around and I was face to face with some guy in a mask, who was just lingering around my area of the room, looking at people, I asked my friend if he knew who that guy was, all he did was shrug, 'just ignore him'. But I felt it hard to I kept watching him, he seemed to like touching people, so I felt it was my duty to tell him to stop it because people were getting just as annoyed as me.
I went up to him, and asked him politely to leave the premises because he was annoying everyone, including my friend.
I didn't really get a response he just looked at me, with his cane in both his hands, he then turned and left the building, I was going to make sure he left and didn't come back latter and I went out side.
All I saw was part of a dead bush and a big patch of dead grass. I swear it wasn't there before, but yeah, didn't care it was only grass.
Yeah that happened, so now I'm back in my own home, clean and safe and warm.
-Louis
I turned around and I was face to face with some guy in a mask, who was just lingering around my area of the room, looking at people, I asked my friend if he knew who that guy was, all he did was shrug, 'just ignore him'. But I felt it hard to I kept watching him, he seemed to like touching people, so I felt it was my duty to tell him to stop it because people were getting just as annoyed as me.
I went up to him, and asked him politely to leave the premises because he was annoying everyone, including my friend.
I didn't really get a response he just looked at me, with his cane in both his hands, he then turned and left the building, I was going to make sure he left and didn't come back latter and I went out side.
All I saw was part of a dead bush and a big patch of dead grass. I swear it wasn't there before, but yeah, didn't care it was only grass.
Yeah that happened, so now I'm back in my own home, clean and safe and warm.
-Louis
Friday, 4 January 2013
Bah Humbug
On of my few outside friends has invited me to a costume party, it's helpful because I can go in a face mask and gloves, I can avoid all the germs and pathogens, and still enjoy myself, what shall I go as, I think a survivor from a chemical attack with the full paper suit plastic booties, gloves face mask, and goggles.
Good
Clean
Fun
-Louis
Good
Clean
Fun
-Louis
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