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I haven't been using my new left hand too much for anything other than semi-support and sifting through bile and waterlogged chunks of collapsed and decaying organs. I noticed its lack of use because, though it should be easier to control and maneuver, it had become a lot more stiff and less responsive. But when I shined the light on it, I realized that there was a thick layer of dried gore crusted over the entire surface of my hand. So thick that it was hindering my movement. I managed to scrape most of it off by using the concrete like sandpaper.
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I've been hiding in the corner. My femur knife has been clutched in my claw. The flashlight stopped working a bit ago, but fumbling around in the dark, I just spun the battery in it a little and it was reborn. Don't know for how long though. Trying to save its energy, but that's like putting a hundred dollar bill down in front of a dying bum and telling him not to use it until the right time. I could be dead tomorrow. And the light would still shine on.
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I think I'm losing weight quite considerably, even though my stomach is grotesquely distended.
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I piled up a few bodies to act as a makeshift bunker by the corner that I have been cowering into so when he does come back in, he may not see me and I can still have that element of surprise. That is the only thing I have in my favor. And who knows, maybe he DOES know I'm still alive and gives 2 shits.
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I assume that the phrase "tasted like a million bucks" is so popular because a large number of rich people have actually sprinkled a pile of cash with some salt and ingested it, and all agreed that a million dollars was delicious. So I have always taken their word. How else would one be able to compare the tastes?
I have no idea how I missed it when I was rooting for a weapon, but when I was piling up some of the bodies for my barricade, a small bag of nuts fell out of one of the pockets of a dead female, and when I ate it, though I have never eaten a pile of money, I can tell you that a million dollars must, indeed, taste like a small bag of old peanuts harvested from a dead body in a dungeon.
A burst of hope slid down my gullet along with the small amount of food…
1:21 AM
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