Doctor 3351 dragged the latest failure's body away. The body of a woman who had slash marks all over her arms, her head blow clean off her body. The brains he would have to come back for later. As he reached the incinerator he paused to catch his breath. As he did he saw one of his coworkers stumbling and limping across the hall. Fearing the worst he rushed to the hall. As he did he saw that he was walking with a hunch, moving like a child would move a marionette. Most jarring of all he thought, was that he wasn't wearing a face mask. Worry in his voice he spoke "is something wrong brother? Where is your mask?" His words caused his coworker to stop. His neck twisting at a awkward angle to look at him. His face was contorting in strange ways, his eyes fluttering open and shut and his facial muscles twitched erratically. He gulped and reached for his pistol as his coworker approached. "What are you doing? Stay back!" He pointed the gun at its head but it looked unbothered. It began running at him and he fired three bullets into its head. It crumpled to the floor at his feet. He breathed a sigh or relief until he saw its head beginning to shake and jitter. He let out a gasp as its head burst open and a creature moving so quickly he barely had time to register its presence before it forced its way down his throat.
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Goretober 2022
HororThird year in a row and I still can't draw so you know what that means, more bitesized, gruesome scenes based on goretober prompts, fingers crossed I can finish it a second year in a row
