He awakens, but finds himself still dreaming the horrible dream that is yet but a nightmare...
His train of thought is shattered when a young boy on a tricycle rings his happy little bell. He wishes that he could remember the joy of being a child and having no problems, except to have to choose which color crayon to use to color the dinosaur in the latest issue of Higlight magazine. The bike screaches to a hault. The child must of caught a glimps of the living horror that was slowly making his way up the street. The child, leaps from his bike, tucks his tail and runs as fast as he can to escape the vile creature.
He grips his side as the puncture wound pulsates with pure pain and squeezes fresh blood on to the night frozen pavement. A warm pool surrounds the filth that is lying on the sidewalk. With his good arm he tears his left sleeve off and ties it around his waist tightly in order to stop the profuse bleeding.
As he walks his leg drags behind him, he cant make that much use of it. The people of this city look on in awe, disgust, and utter terror as this monstrosity drags itself down the street. Hes wandering, he knows not were to go, where he is, or let alone who he is, he just walks, hoping to find some answers.
He walked until He was about two miles from the Dr.'s office, draging that bum leg the whole way. His skin is starting to clot and the bleeding has stopped, except his feet. The absence of sneakers and the bitter cold of night is causing the bottoms of his feet to peel, and the foot that is dragging is now missing half of its flesh.
He walks on and on passing stores, shops, convinence centers, and all kinds of people. All of who were staring as he made his way by. He ignored all comments and looks that the people were throwing at him, he had one thing on his mind and that was to find out what th fuck was going on. He was getting tired and he craved sleep. So as he passed the local porno shop, he spotted an alley that didnt look to dismal. He walk into the alley, made his bed out of bags of garbage, and slowly drifted into a state of peace.
The faceless man walks on a black path that seems to last forever. HIs flesh rotting and falling off in large green clumps. His bare bones decay and show there color for all to see. The road starts to wind as he progresses and his chest itches. A large number of men in gas masks surround him on every side, his chest now burns. The men all pull out bats from there backs.
He jumps from his restless slumber, and looks down to his chest to reveal a large bulge under his shirt. Its moving and what ever it is it is burning. He slowly peels the shirt from his scabbing torso. Scabs peel off as he reveals the lump to be a rat feasting on the infection that is rotting the wounds on his chest. With one swift motion he grabs the rat, and applys a massive amount of pressure to its body. Its guts pour from its mouth, its bowels release, and its eyes both pop from their sockets. He smashes into the wall on the other side of the alley, smearing a mixture of guts, blood, and fur along its path as it slowly drips from its landing spot. He turns attention back to himself, and fixes his shirt.
Its now morning yet there is no light shining on this poor soul. He sits and watches the people walk past the entrance to the alley. The smell of rancid shit and piss fills the allready polluted air. He is startled by two bums fighting over a bottle of Jim Bean. He turns to watch the arguement for a while. "Hey Shithead!" says a fairly tall man with a mullet wearing a trashy leather vest, from behind the Man. He turns to look at the strange intruder, while the tall man plants the toe of his steel toed boot straight into the left eye socket of the Man. "You're in my alley Shithead!!", the tall punkish looking man yelled, "GET the fuck out!!". He bends over picks the Man up by his torn t-shirt and throws him into some nearby trash cans denting them, and enraging the Man. The veins in His neck pulsate with rage. Fury is this Mans new ruler, and fury he shall reak. The punk pulls a steak knife from his sock, walks over to the Man and puts it to his throat. "I'll teach you to intrude in my alley Motha Fucka!" boldly stated the punk. The Man now beyond insane, grips the punks wrist with his one good arm, snaps his forearm in half. Thus making the bone protrude through his skin and forming a jagged point, twists his now broken arm, and jams it directly into his stomach. The punks mouth opens wide to match his eyes. Blood begins to seep from imbetween his rotting lower teeth. The Man, lifts the punk in the air, impailing him on his own bone. A small lump appears on the back of the punk, and it slowly rises until it finally reveals itself, it is the bone tearing through the flesh of the punk. Blood flows from the gaping hole that the bone has made. The punk now completely in the air floating above the Man's head. The blood pouring from the wound leaks down the arm of the Man, to the ground, then forms a gigantic puddle around the feet of the Man. The Man walks over to the brick wall, and sticks the punk to it. The punk starts to quiver as he dies, slow, and painfull. His stomach acids leaking into the rest of his organs, eating away at them till they fail. The Man rips the leather vest from the punks body, and puts it on himself. He picks up the steak knife, puts it in his pocket and walks away. His limp is gone. The two bums look at each other, then the bottle, drop it and run.