A million thoughts are swirling around your
head, but one thing is immediately clear.
You can’t risk coming into contact with anyone else. All you can hope to do is get the nasty
sludge off your body as quickly as you can.
You head for one of the shower stalls in
the corner of the room. The floor is now
clean. You turn on the water, hoping to
cleanse yourself as quickly as possible.
Maybe you can halt the progress of whatever this is in its tracks.
Your hopes are dashed when more toxic
sludge begins to ooze from the shower head.
It lands with a sick plop on your skin, and chunks of your damaged flesh
come off with it.
This
was terrorism, you think
to yourself. I’m going to die without having warned anyone about the malfunctioning
toilets.
In the crazy, mixed-up world that was
Earth, you suppose that it only makes sense to die by way of a noxious toilet.
Boy, did I choose the wrong adventure!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I enjoyed the journey, thank you. I guess there wasn't any way of avoiding the inevitable, but I'm like Captain Kirk in the new Star Trek. I'd find a way to succeed.
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