01/18/2022 (Tue) 02:35:43
>The boostie shuffles down the shopping centre in a barely cognisant haze
>As he sleepily wanders, he finds his face is suddenly bathed in the nearby glow of the pharmacy storefront
>He pauses, and after the longest time, a wide grin slowly forms on his face
>"It's just about that time again", the boostie says aloud to himself, his voice cracking with glee "And it couldn't come soon enough"
>The boostie's joint creak and pop as his atrophied muscles lurch his emasciated form into the shop
>His heart starts painfully pumping his thick, clotted blood through his crusty veins faster and faster, and a frenzied look comes onto his face as approaches the front counter
>"Greetings, apocathary. One heaping syringe of booster, please. Double dose."
>With as much enthusiasm as his skeletal physique can muster, the boostie grabs his sleeve and pulls it up
>He reveals his blackened shoulder. Swollen and leaking, the mass of necrotic flesh gives of a foul stench
>As the needle punctures the boostie's arm, his eyes roll into the back of his head. He thinks nothing. He feels nothing, except the warm burning of the serum going through his veins
>The world starts to go black. His heart starts to give out as he has three consecutive strokes
>For a brief moment before slipping back into ecstatic unconciousness, the boostie seems to come to life as he moans and squints his eyes
>"OH GOD... I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA... I'M... BOOOOSTING!"