Yohan-Gas-Mask

It was Carlos, and yet it wasn’t. It was giggling, its horrifically distended and bloated jaw puking up blood and unnatural black fluids. This wasn’t Nurgle’s doing; this was far more insidious…far more terrifying…fuck, I was scared. I was genuinely terrified. I hadn’t felt fear like this for years. Something about those empty eyes…the fact that just an hour ago I had been talking to him, telling him about all the plans I had… It was then it started to tear into…someone, I can’t remember who. Its head popped like a zit and these twisting, bony limbs like shattered arms and spik