Yeah, Chris wasn't really feeling up to going anywhere except home. In fact, as he walked across the campus, Chris felt a growing sense of discomfort. It was sunny, but it wasn't really that hot out, nor was it humid. So why did his skin feel so grimy? Why could he feel his shirt sticking so uncomfortably between his back and his backpack? Was his cold making him sweat like this?
He wiped at the back of his neck, and was disgusted to find more of the strange slime he'd written off in the bathroom. It looked almost like it was tinted blue, and felt like hand sanitizer- slightly tingly as it dissolved quickly in his hand.
"What the hell is this stuff?" Chris flecked it off down onto the pavement, and noticed that there was some on- no, coming off of his arm, too, a thin shine on his skin. Annoyance and disgust turned to shock as he followed it up his arm, and saw his sleeves. Or rather, what was left of his sleeves. They were quickly becoming tattered and ragged, something eating away at them as the hem got closer and closer to his shoulder. Chris startled, and as he shifted, he could feel the material of his backpack rubbing against his back. Not the back of his shirt- the bare skin of his back, as a small hole was now growing larger and larger as it spread out from the middle.
What's going on?! Chris thought, careful not to shout and draw attention in the middle of his campus. The tinging feeling across his body wasn't stopping, he could hear a faint hissing, sizzling noise coming from himself. All of a sudden, he felt the shifting of fabric as something important dissolved away, and a chilling rush of fresh air as he looked down and saw...
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