Just a Scratch
As I walked down the alley, I heard whispers and the shuffling of footsteps in the shadows. I tried to ignore them, focusing on the rhythm of my own steps and the music playing softly in my earbuds. But before I could react, a disheveled man appeared before me. He had bloodshot eyes, matted hair, and tattered clothes that hung loosely from his emaciated frame.
Panic surged through my veins, and I quickened my pace, hoping to put as much distance between us as possible. But he moved with surprising agility and reached out to grab my arm with a grip that was shockingly strong for someone who looked so fragile.
The man's ragged fingernails dug into my skin, leaving angry, bloody scratches in their wake. I yelped in pain and pulled away, stumbling backward, but I couldn't escape the feeling that something had been injected into me through those scratches. My mind raced, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears.
The man's eyes bore into mine with a chilling intensity, and he whispered something incomprehensible before vanishing into the darkness. I was left alone, clutching my injured arm, trying to process what had just happened.
The scratches stung, and a deep unease settled in the pit of my stomach. What was I infected with?
Creator - Daniel Algarin
Medium - Digital
Dimensions - 1920 x 1080
Duration - 00:00:22
Music - Masami Ueda
Tools - Midjourney / Runway