The Hunt; Human sludge

As I stagger backward, a wave of terror crashing over me like a tidal wave, I feel my body betray me in the most horrifying way imaginable. It starts with a lightly tingling sensation, like thousands of tiny needles pricking my skin from within. I clutch at my chest, hoping to alleviate the growing pressure somehow, but it only worsens spreading fast like a malevolent fire through every inch of my body.

The pain intensifies, searing through every fiber of my being as if I am being consumed by flames from the inside out. I can feel my muscles convulsing in spasms, twisting a contorting in ways that surely defied natural order. Panic surges within me, a primal flight instinct urging me to flee, but my own limbs refused to obey, weighed down by the overwhelming agony coursing through them.

“He-eglkl”

I try to scream; to call for help even in a realm of nothing, but my vocal cords betray me. Their once-familiar function now twisted and melted by the same forces ravaging my body. My words,

my miserable plea for help, dissolved by a guttural choke, barely cohesive as human. Desperation claws at my throat as I fight to make sense of the nightmare unfolding within me.

“N-naglk”

I gasp, sludgy substances blocking the air from coming out of my lungs as all that comes from my lips is a pitiful gurgle, my hopeless words succumbing to the relentless onslaught of liquefaction.

My skin bubbles and oozes, sloughing off in grotesque sheets and layers, kind of like a frying onion, as I collapse to the ground, helpless against the inevitably unstoppable tide of transfiguration.

Each movement sends waves of excruciating agony rippling through me, a cruel and constant reminder of the inhumane fate that awaits me.

I try to speak again, to piece together some form of words, to plead to this creature for mercy, but all that emerges from my dripping lips is a sickening gurgle, thick with the viscous fluid of my melting flesh that had long begun to fill my throat. Tears mingle with the