A Downward Spiral

Things where going ok until you stopped by Sprawl-Mart to re up on grocery's. When pushing your cart load of cheap unnourishing food two men in brown work uniforms eating in the food court are staring at you and laughing. Things just feel wrong after that. You get robbed of your grocery's in the parking lot. Three disparate Mollkins holding boards with rusty nails in them take away your cart. You don't have money to replace your stuff so your going to have to go hungry for three days. You drive home in a foul mood. You try to watch some sports to get your mind off this shitty day but you slowly develop a full on migraine. You lay in bed for eight hours, only getting up finally to take a piss, and then back to bed. You finally get to sleep, a deep and painless sleep. But you wake up choking. Your home is burning and you can't even see your bed in the dense smoke. You stumble blindly coughing, your migraine flailing back. You vomit as you glide along the walls trying to get out. You are pinned in with flame. You vomit more and fall to the ground. Soon you burn to death.

The End