IT WAS UNDER HER SKIN... Brita scanned the kitchen drawer, looking for something sharp enough to dig it out. Writhing under her skin, cold and oily. She shuddered, dragging her nails ruthlessly over her forearm. She barely noticed the pain of her digging...was oblivious to the blood welling up beneath her nails.
Still, her flesh crawled.
There was something burrowing under her skin and she had to get it out of there before it climbed into her lungs and killed her. Or worse...spawned more nasty creepy crawlies and infested her.
Her fingers closed around a steak knife and she drew it out of the drawer. The flesh of her arm boiled up and fiery pain accompanied the ripples of whatever she’d been infested with. Brita screamed, looking wildly around.
Something is wrong.
Something is wrong.
