(Having just broken free of a pack of zombies, Steven stumbles into his dorm room and slams the door shut.)
Oh God that was awfulah, shit! One of them bit me on the arm! Damn! Hang on, what time is it? 2:00, fuck! I only have an hour to write my paper!
Romero's Night of the Living Dead and How It Relates To Modern Society
Oww! Shit, now I have to clean that up. (Steven gets up and grabs a couple paper towels and a candy bar) There we go. (Bites candy bar; six of his teeth fall out) Aahwhat the hell? (Boils begin forming across his skin) Goddammit, what the hell is going on?
(Steven's stomach lurches; he leans over and vomits onto the floor.)
(Upon typing the letter 'm', Steven's right index finger falls off)
(Steven feels pressure growing in his head. Suddenly, his right eyeball pops out of its socket and flies across the room.)
SHIT! OWWW! (The clock reads 2:32) Shit!
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(Steven vomits and collapses, just as his roommate walks in.)
Roommate: Hey, Steven, have you OH MY GOD!!!