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The door burst open, and out fell a figure covered in buboes and boils. His face was distort with the horrendous diseases that he had been blessed with. His arms almost bending with flamations and pus oozing wounds. Scabby knees and torn skin. His hair mouldy and maggots nad insects crawled from the wounds in his head. The white of his eyes had gone dark green and his tongue had swollen to the point of almost bursting. He mustered the effort to look up, and with his dying breath murmered "don't let them catch you..."
As he rolled over the wounds started to open and his blood and pus oozed out.
The door had been blown right off its hinges, and inside could be heard mumbling and gurgling. Inside the floor was infested with nurglings. They murmed in low voices, some pushing the others. The stench was that of rotten food, sweat, pus and week old blood.
In the corner lay several diseased individuals. Some bore flesh rent torn with diesase, others had huge swellings on their faces. A cadre of nurglings gently carrasses these wounds, while others picked off scabs. The humans were in great pain, but their tongues so swollen they could not cry out.
The walls were covered in the slime of nurgle, the flith of the nurglings. Smeared in blood were three large circles, placed in a triangle. The blood had long since run down the wall, implying the infestation had been for quite some time.
Suddenly there was a muffled scream in the corner as a human writhed in pain. He contorted and wriggled, clutching his chest with his pus covered hands. There was a rip, and out of his stomach burst a nurgling.
It smiled, before starting to feast on its hosts flesh.
quite well writen, especialy considering your age - very discriptive and intresting to read.
keep up the good work
"Evil Sucseeds When Good Men Do Nothing"
"The Point of War is Not to Die For Your Country.... But to Make The Other Bastard Die For His"