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“ Roscoe had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. He awoke to find persistent itching on his stomach. He scratched it through his T-shirt. He went back to sleep. But dreams kept him from sleeping soundly. That and the itching. He woke again and felt the itchy spot. There was a lump there. Like a swelling. And when he held still and pressed his fingers against the spot he could feel something moving under the skin. The small room was suddenly very cold. Roscoe shivered. He went to the window hoping Roscoe had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. He awoke to find persistent itching on his stomach. He scratched it through his T-shirt. He went back to sleep. But dreams kept him from sleeping soundly. That and the itching. He woke again and felt the itchy spot. There was a lump there. Like a swelling. And when he held still and pressed his fingers against the spot he could feel something moving under the skin. The small room was suddenly very cold. Roscoe shivered. He went to the window hoping for light. There was a moon but the light was faint. Roscoe pulled his shirt over his head. He looked down at the spot on his stomach. It was moving. The flesh itself. He could feel it under his fingertips. Like something poking back at him. But he couldn鈥檛 feel it from the inside, couldn鈥檛 feel it in his stomach. And he realized that his entire body was numb. He could feel with his fingertips but not the skin of his stomach鈥� The skin split! 鈥淎hhhh!鈥� He was touching it as it split, and he shrieked in terror and something pushed its way out through a bloodless hole. 鈥淥h, God, oh, God, oh, no no no no!鈥� Roscoe screamed and leaped for the door. His hand clawed at the knob as he babbled and wept and the door was locked, locked, oh, God, no, they had locked him in. He banged at the door, but it was the middle of the night. Who would hear him in the empty town hall? 鈥淗ey! Hey! Is anyone there? Help me. Help me. Please, please, someone help me!鈥� He banged and the thing in his belly stuck out half an inch. He was scared to look at it. But he did and he screamed again because it was a mouth now, a gnashing insect mouth full of parts like no normal mouth. Hooked, wicked mandibles clicked. It was inside him, chewing its way out. Hatching from him. 鈥淗elp me, help me, don鈥檛 leave me here like this!鈥� But who would hear him? Sinder? No. Not anymore. That was over. All over. And he was alone and friendless. No one even to hear as he screamed and begged. The window. He grabbed the pillow from his bed and pushed it against the glass and then punched it hard. The pane shattered. He took off his shoe and smashed at the starred glass until most of it fell tinkling to the street below. Then he screamed for help. Screamed into the Perdido Beach night air. No answer. 鈥淗elp me! Please, please, oh, God, please help me! You can鈥檛 just leave me locked up!鈥� But still, no answer. Fear took hold of him, deep crazy-making fear. No. No. No no no no, this couldn鈥檛 be happening. He hadn鈥檛 done anything to hurt anyone, he hadn鈥檛 done anything awful. Why? Why was this happening to him? Roscoe fell to his knees and begged God. God, please, no, no, no, I didn鈥檛 do anything wrong. I wasn鈥檛 brave or strong but I wasn鈥檛 bad, either. Not like this, please, God, no no no, not like this. Roscoe felt an itching in the middle of his back. He sat down and cried. ...more ”
― Michael Grant, Plague

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“ Sunday,February 4th 2018 The night the City of Philadelphia cried together ”
― Charmaine J Forde

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