CH 100: SADNESS/JOY
[Los Angeles]
Somewhere in the sewers of Los Angeles, a man was sitting amidst the filth while breathing hard.
His hair was in disarray, his trench coat was dirtied by a mixture of filth and blood and his gaze was empty.
Sometimes, the man would groan in pain. During those moments, his blood would pulsate and shine through his skin, giving an eerie mixte of red and white light.
The right arm of the man looked like an abomination. The same went for his entire right side. Covered in wiggling and decaying flesh, giving a nauseous and putrid odor.
The odor of a rotting body.
*Huff* *Huff* *Huff*
The man was dying. He knew this more than anything else.
'Not yet. Just a little more.'
His trembling left hand fumbled in his pocket until he found what he was searching. A capsule and a syringe.
He planted the syringe in his deformed arm without hesitation and watched a the red liquid was injected until the last drop.
"Hah…"