You are a Cockroach
You are walking along on a dark, dank, muggy evening near your run-down apartment building. You see a cockroach near your right foot. You shiver in disgust and stomp on the pest.
In your haste to kick the wretched insect aside, you run into an old lady- your landlord: a creepy old woman wearing a shawl. She mumbles something unintelligable at you and suddenly you feel sleepy.
Stumbling vaguely toward your apartment, you reach for the doorknob. Abruptly, your body is stricken numb and you black out.
You wake up on the concrete, not quite sure where you are. Walking awkwardly toward a huge wall of glass, you catch your reflection.
You are a cockroach.
In your haste to kick the wretched insect aside, you run into an old lady- your landlord: a creepy old woman wearing a shawl. She mumbles something unintelligable at you and suddenly you feel sleepy.
Stumbling vaguely toward your apartment, you reach for the doorknob. Abruptly, your body is stricken numb and you black out.
You wake up on the concrete, not quite sure where you are. Walking awkwardly toward a huge wall of glass, you catch your reflection.
You are a cockroach.