heheh...  I thought I'd answer Lurker's challenge with
a sick response of my own.  Oh, sorry if this comes 
out late...

Resident Evil, and all the characters therein, belong
to Capcom.


[AutoDate Diary of a Racoon City resident]

March 2,1999: 10:00 pm
 
   After such an intense orgasm, she should have been
panting heavily; however, she lay unnaturally still,
the rise and fall of a chest filling with air
curiously absent.
   At first I thought she was dead.  I checked her
over a few times before I noticed that she was
breathing... barely.  I knew I shouldn't have
had sex with her in her condition; she had been
complaining of itching all day, and she wasn't 
feeling well.  Next time I'll have to control my
hormones when I see her again.

March 3, 1999: 5:33 AM

   She still hasn't wakened.  I think she's unconcious.
I've decided to take her to the local hospital, and I
won't lie.  It's my fault she's like this anyway.

March 5, 1999: 11:21 AM

   The doctor told me it's not my fault *thank
goodness*.  He told me that it's one of the symptoms
of a strange skin rash that has been going around.  I
think I'll stay with her until this thing blows over.

March 10, 1999: 1:38 PM

   She's close to dying, but I told the doctors to
do whatever they can to keep her alive.  It's all I can
do for her.  I still remember that moment 8 nights
ago...  that was the last special moment we shared.
I'm feeling itchy right now, and I've got a headache.
It's probably nothing...

March 12, 1999: 8:00 AM

   She's dead.  The doctor told me so.  I hate my
life now...  It feels so empty now that she's gone.
I bet her parents want to kill me now.  Maybe they
think I killed her.  I don't know what to do anymore.
I think I should sneak down to the morgue to see her
one last time.
   My headache has gotten worse, and I've got a very
mean and ugly nurse to deal with.  I don't need this.

March 13, 1999: 8:32 PM

   I snuck to the morgue to take a last look at her.
Her skin used to be so perfect, but now it's so
peutrefied that she's almost unrecognizable.  I cried
for a bit before leaving the morgue when the nurse
taking care of me caught me and accused me of trying
to leave the hospital.  She went through all that
crap about spreading disease and stuff.  

   My headache has gotten worse.  I'm itching so much
all over I think I might scratch my skin off.  The
doctors can't do a thing with it, and my nurse thinks that I'm going nuts.  I think I'll sulk in bed for a
while.

March 17, 1999: 3:46 PM

   Headache gone but itchy.
   Mean nurse come.
   Ugly so ate her.
   Tasty...

March 19, 1999: ?

   Itchy....
   Tasty...
[end of entries]



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