Quarantine | 1000 x 100 Word Stories (1)

So there I sat, alone, the skin peeling off my body in increasingly large strips. Tense, with my back up against the cold brick wall in a pitiful attempt to not fall apart completely, I let out a scream that held the entire weight of my soul behind it.

The observers in the green and white coats - one colour presumably being more important than the other - simply looked back through the glass at me with hanging jaws.

Whatever had decided my body was a suitable host had grossly underestimated how habitable it actually was and now, we were all paying.