"Hey James dude" shouting over "I would love to try the skateboard, Thanks man, on my gravestone it said i loved to skate so yea after a drink I'd love to give it a go"
With a grin he opened the door with number 13 and gandered at his room. It was probably the smallest room in the place single bed, dresser and wardrobe but the bathroom was huge, mirrors everywhere, large bath with separate shower, towels, even the toilet paper was folded.
He looked himself in the mirror and rubbed his missing eye "Need to get that back" he said to himself Closing his remaining eye he saw light where his eye was in the sewer so it started rolling to the light.
"Right now to look at the rest of me" He looked at himself so much skin flaking of, he turned the shower on and got undressed then studied himself, Bones were poking through his chest and when he took his cap of he saw his brain "That ain't good" but he left it off. he put his hand under the shower, it burnt so he turned it to freezing then felt it which seemed better.
Dude just stood there letting the water was him down he looked at the flannel "I better not might take all skin off". Before getting out he rubbed his brain and stepped out, he looked a little better but all his dead skin blocked the plug hole in the shower "oh man" so he dug them out and put them down the toilet.
He looked better, well better than a zombie can be but a healthy green was showing and out of curiosity he peeled back some skin from his chest and it shown. "Screw it I'm going for a bath, all or bust" he ran a bath and hoped he wouldn't fall apart.
