out of date

It started with a small bruise on the knee.

Nothing too abnormal. You were a clumsy bao bear, you were bound to have a bruise every now and then.

Day by day, the bruise grew. It stung, and was turning green.

Turning green, and growing thick, fuzzy, white spores.

You knew this was no longer just a bruise.

Every day, the mold grew.

Every day, your vision blurred.

Flies flew around your head.

Bits of you began to fall off.

Your mind was full of rot, rot, mold, rot, MOLD.

You were rotting, rotten, rotted.

Molding.

Expired.

Of out date.