Starflesh Awakens

Cold...  

You feel your consciousness slowly coming back to you. The whistling of the wind sounds distant, yet you feel it brushing through your fur. Your eyes slowly open, squinting as you process the blinding light surrounding you. Your vision comes into focus, it's winter.

You're deep in the forest.

And the trees wore a thick coat of snow.

As you take a deep breath, a unique smell catches your attention. You turn your head further right, looking for the toxic smell. Following it until you're met with a human face. You jump back, startled by the closeness.

As you look at the young face your ears pull back, an odd sensation. The human looks asleep, eyes closed. It's skin shades of blue and purple as it lays half buried in snow. Lowering your head, you slowly approach again, sniffing harder. Something about the smell seems so... familiar.

It doesn't taste good.

And a part of you still craved it.

Zeroing-in on the smell, you sniff the face up close. Your whiskers brush against the frozen skin, an odd sensation tickles your face. It's coming from the mouth, the smell so overwhelming up close.

Deep down there's a voice. Please stop.

And look at yourself. You keep doing this. No! I won't let you have more!

Anger surges through your body, you lunge for the bottle. A painful sting causes you to yelp. You jump back and see a bite mark on the mouth of the corpse. You lick your snout over and over, trying to ease the pain. A feeling of dread fills your stomach. You whimper as the pain doesn't go away. You keep looking at it in disbelief. It's as if the world got louder, the distant wind now whistling deep in your head, like a scream from inside. Loud thumping joins the song, your heart beating against the rib cage. Your vision starts to blur, the face morphing into something you don't want to recognize.

The world starts spinning.

And you looked like you're gonna puke.

You stumble back some more, unable to look straight. As your vision falls, a trail of indents in the snow catch your attention. Your body moves without thought, following it just because you want to get away.

Quick relief washes over.

And you chased that feeling, picked up the pace.