Swimming in Colors

Photo Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

Photo Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

The world swam in indiscernible blobs of color as the toxin coursed through his veins. His thoughts jumbled into one big, incoherent mess.

The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams of his companions. He could remember that there were others, but he couldn’t recall their names or visualize their faces. Everything was just colors–red, orange, and yellow all blurred together.

His arm hurt. Something about teeth pushed through the jumble of disheveled memories. Was he bitten? He didn’t know–couldn’t remember.

The others, did they do this to him?

What others?

He couldn’t remember others–only hunger.

My mind has been foggy lately, a bit like this guy’s–except I haven’t been bitten by a zombie. At least I don’t think I have.

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