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You two thoughts, all in the span of a second. First is that you want to run as far away from this <span class="mu-i">fucking thing</span> as quickly and as far as possible. The second is a more rational one, recalling Ishmael's advice about smoke. Your hand reaches up towards a box of cigarettes kept in your coat pocket, and with urgency you pop it open and slide one of the cancer sticks out. Thirteen left in the box - it wasn't full, you'd had a few on the trip here. It's about time for another anyways, you've been getting antsy.
You pull out your zippo next and light it up with the efficiency only a practiced smoker can have. A few quick puffs show you that the walking parasite swarm seems to be hesitant to approach you, standing in place. Good, exactly as you intended. You break out into a sprint, aiming to swing wide around it and run all the way to the goddamn finish line if you have to.
As soon as you start running, the entity twitches into action, homing in on where you are immediately and lunging towards you. Leech-covered arms immediately reach out and <span class="mu-s">grab you by the neck</span>, forcing you to a dead stop as the hostile entity beneath all those leeches uses a shocking amount of force to stop you before you could even get going. You can <span class="mu-i">feel</span> countless parasites shifting from their previous host, crawling over your neck, onto your back, slimy bodies violating your personal space.
You freak out and thrash against the creature, kneeing it in the gut first and then prying its hands apart with your own in a burst of panic-induced strength. You shove it away all while your imagination gets the best of you, images of yourself covered in those same leeches, succumbing to them, flash in your minds eye. How many are on you? God, you can feel them!
You pull the cigarette out and burn a few of them on your neck immediately, trying to reach around to pull as many of them off as you can. They practically feel fused to the flesh when you do, though, sucking away at your lifeblood. You'll need to take care of them, but the recovering swarmhost in front of you is a more pressing matter at the moment, no matter how much you're currently bothered by your hanger-ons.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Leech Infection - Neck and Back!</span> Your stamina and nutrients are slowly being drained. You will need time and effort to remove the stubborn parasites.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Your cigarette has been used to help mitigate some of the Leech Infection, but some still remain.</span>
>Kill the host, and the leeches might run. Pull out your knife, stab the thing to death.
>Dash into the woods, lose the figure in the labyrinthine maze of trees.
>Climb a tree, where it hopefully cannot reach you.
>Move slowly, carefully, and quietly away from the host.
>What makes you think you can get away from this? You'll just fail again, and again, and again. Give up. Feed the leeches. At least then you'll be good for something.
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