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Chapter 6 by latexdoll latexdoll

Pick, or run?

You pick, well all of them.

Weighing your options you finally say, "Fuck it." And down the shot. "Oh my god it's poison." You say rubbing your tongue with a napkin, then gulp down the beer to dilute it. Your stomach still hurts so you grab the fruity drink next and down it as well, just as the bartender and bouncer get to you. "Why?" You ask clutching your stomach as you hit the floor and curl up.

As your eyes shut you hear someone say, "He drank them all. Ya I know, who does that right?" Then a pause, "So what do I do? He can't live through it can he?"

A second person walks up, "Just zap him and dump him in the medical waste goo bin behind the Saloan medical facility. Take anything of value, strip him and toss him in. If he lives, which I highly doubt, he will wake up with no DNA on record so no one will give a shit what he says anyway, hell most likely he won't even be a man anymore anyway, and that is just in the long shot that he even lives."

"Got it. No problem." Then you hear a zap like lightning and everything goes black.

In a dream your parents, friends, and ex lovers all accost you demanding your codes and passwords for your accounts and your com, eventually you give in and the dream ends.

Your mouth opens and fills with thick foul tasting sludge. Your eyes open to blackness. Somewhere down deep inside of you a will to live demands you swim. The sludge is unyielding but somehow your hand catches a metal rung, then another, and another, and your head rises above the surface. Spitting and vomiting everything out of you is required before you can take a breath, and sadly you black out before this happens. An unknown time later your eyes open to a slightly blurrier world, your eyes no longer perfect, not blind, but surely in need of glasses or corrective surgery. Stumbling forward not quite able to catch your balance, your equilibrium is way off so you find a wall to hold onto as you try to find something, your skin still tingling from the thick goop covering you.

Finally you find a door, but you are sure it will lock behind you, you have no idea if you should go through the door or keep going along the wall.

The door?

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