The Long and Dreary day

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Marcus slept uncomfortably in the little rolling chair. He had nightmare after nightmare, all very long and vivid. Most of them were of himself being eaten by the undead. He would awake, sweaty and exhausted and then fall back asleep again unsated. It was more than he could bear. He stretched out pitifully in the chair and sighed out slowly.
 
Meat smell. Sound. Hunger. Sounds...Sounds?! MOVE! HUNGER

MUST EAT

MOVE

FIND SOUND

FIND SMELL

EAT

MUST EAT

HUNGER
 
[Well. I guess you guys forgot about/got bored of this one. :/ So I'm just gonna close it.]
 
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