Jan 7, 2016
@astromanics
>> Whatever was happening right now, it wasn’t good. Without any express knowledge of this body, he didn’t exactly have any frame of reference for his symptoms. All he could tell was that despite the city’s below-freezing temperatures, he felt as though he’d burst into flame at any minute. Dying would be easier, he’d wager, though in his mind that part was already coming soon.
“This is it,” he says to himself, taking a seat in the middle of the city’s sidewalk. The cool concrete was only a small relief, and did little to calm that pungent melting-plastic smell. "I’m done for.”