February 15, 2012 (vol. 122, iss. 95) • Page Image 12
… 0 0 0 IM - S --aF, ray 5 02 h tfm n WenedyFbray 5 21 / -heSatmnt E - A It's morning. You shuffle out of bed, moaning. All you want to do is sleep, but no such luck. With a dull thud, your feet hit the ground and you shamble over towards the stairs. As you walk, mottled flecks of your flesh peel off, leaving pieces of yourself behind you. Gripping the railing, you cautiously maneuver the stairs. It's harder to do now that rigor mortis ha...…

















































