His eyes snap open, but it’s too late.
Thousands of white hands fill every wall.
They descend from the ceiling, reaching, grabbing for him. Soon, they’ll be here. Soon.
The white fills his nose.
He cannot scream with his lips... –or- his mind; the Flesh is merging with him.
But I’m not the...
Susan. Susan. Susan. Susan. Susan.
It is the last word that enters his mind before...