[ WP ] While in the shower after a one night stand , the dead rise . Chronicle your characters fight for both their life and their misplaced clothes

I feel like death. 
 
 Fuck, my body is putrid. 
 Dry sweat secretes its foul odour, the strength of it almost disgusting me. Almost. The liquids of the night before fester within, moulding together in my stomach, forming some sick amalgamation. 
 
 Fuuuuuuuck. 
 
 I turn on the shower. 
 
 Water hits me. Warmth flows around, melting into my stagnant body, bringing new life. Blood rises to my face. I release the yellow poison from my bladder. Ahh… that's better. 
 
 Last night way crazy. I've never done that. She'll be disappointed to find out I'm not nearly as interesting sober. 
 
 
 The door bangs. Someone is slamming the bottom of their fist into the wood. What the fuck? Is she trying to get in? I remain in the shower, pretending not to hear. Nooo, I do n't hear you - definitely not. Please go away. Please. 
 
 She does n't go away. 
 
 `` What is it?'' I say. 
 
 No answer. She keeps banging. 
 
 `` Fucking hell…'' 
 
 I leave the warmth of the liquid, entering the sharp cold of the air. I cover my tiny, shrivelled, water dripping cock with my hand, and open the door. 
 
 `` Wha- AHHHHHHH!'' She grabs my face. Her nails dig deep into my skin. My cock flaps around in the confusion. `` Get off me!'' I push her away, throwing her onto the floor. 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' I say, my voice breaking, shaking like my hands. 
 
 She stares at me, mind absent. Her eyes are bloodshot, her skin is blotched yellow, and she smells like she's died. I think she needs a shower. 
 
 She growls. 
 
 My hearts shrivels, sucked in with fear, it pulses a high substance through my veins. I run. I hold my penis to stop it flapping. I feel so exposed. 
 
 Now, this - this is bloody typical. Why does every girl I sleep with turn into a monster?
