Infestation

Jay just wanted to relax his eyes, if only for a moment. After spending a few hours at the stream his energy had recovered, but mentally he felt quite drained. The stress had built up, and not knowing what lied ahead only added to it.

He had only fled from Losla for a little under two days, but to him, it felt like it was never going to end.

Now there was an itch on his arm, a nagging feeling holding him back from truly relaxing, stopping himself from feeling at ease. It would have been akin to sleeping in a bed filled with sand - an impossible task.

"Dammit. Fuck. This fucking itch!" He thought, scratching his arm.

Finally, he took off his molodus coat, ready to give his arm the scratch of its life, however...

"What the fuck?" His eyes widened, staring at his arm.

On his arm was a large sore, a bubble of flesh which had some green lifeforms in it, each of them looked like pieces of grass, about as long as his fingers.

Gazing at it closely, he prodded it.