18. Loose End
I am beautiful. Swan made me beautiful. With parasites. And something will happen to me if I don’t get the parasite inhibitors that my lab’s been cut off from getting.
So my lab tried to have me killed.
So I killed Dr. Rowland, and now I have a cooler full of human brains under my bed.
See? I knew I was starting to think clearer.
With my temporary freedom from headaches and itching and being pissed off all the time for no reason, I’m instead left with the joys of being scared out of my mind.
I haven’t eaten any more yet. I don’t know how long that cooler will last or how much of its contents I need to keep myself together, but rationing seems like a good idea.
After a few hours’ attempted sleep, I raid the fridge for leftover Chinese food and a half dozen eggs, which I
