"There's no use fighting it." You think to yourself, allowing your heavy eyelids to close. Just then the door flies open.
"They've infiltrated our defences!!" a horrified young busted through the door. "They'll be here any sec..." Mid-sentence, a tentacle impaled the man, wriggling through his chest.
You jump out of your bed in a split-second. "This is not the time to let my mental illness disable me!" You look around the room desperately looking for something to use as a weapon. You spot a large shard of glass near the corpse of the young man. There are also an assortment of sharp surgical tools on a tray next to you, along with a power saw that will be used to cut open your head.
The nurse shakes uncontrollably in the corner.