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up. Get some power in here, some lighting and start my
own business. I would make so much money with so many people and so
many aliens coming in to buy refreshments,’ Tom paused.
     
    I never used
to talk to myself out loud, I am definitely mad.
     
    He walked to
the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Using all his strength to
take off the cap, he poured water all over his face, leaving his
mouth open to catch whatever water he could. He grabbed another
water bottle and drank it down within eight seconds, followed by a
Lucozade. He began to drink it while he casually walked around the
shop looking for food. He found sandwiches, sausage rolls, pork
pies, chocolate, biscuits, fruit and cold baked beans. He didn’t
hesitate to eat the food. Once finished, he felt rejuvenated and
bloated.
    There was a
rucksack on the counter. Tom picked it up and emptied it by holding
it upside down, shaking it around, until the objects inside fell
out. Not taking any notice of what fell out, he filled the rucksack
with food and drink. He packed snacks and filled his bag with
Lucozade and water. Once full, he set it behind the counter for
when he left, but for now, he decided would rest here for a
night.
    Tom gathered
plasters, needles, cotton buds and vodka. With no good quality
lighting, Tom walked out the back of the shop and found two
torches, one battery powered and the other a windup. He also found
some fishing wire. He sat on the ground with everything around him,
his back against the counter and his legs stretched out in front of
him. He loosened the tie from around his leg and looked at the
injury on his thigh. It was a bloody hole with purple and white pus
surrounding it. He poured straight vodka onto the wound and
screamed in agony as the alcohol sterilized the wound. The pain was
too intense. He punched and headbutted the ground repeatedly, while
holding his leg so tightly he cut off the circulation. He regained
his concentration and turned on one torch and laid it on the floor
facing him and put the other in his mouth.
    He picked up
a needle and dipped it into the vodka for a moment. He then
threaded the fishing line through it, tied it onto the needle and
stabbed it into his leg, he guided the needle through the skin,
over the wound and through the other side of his skin and continued
to stitch the wound closed.
    ‘ Not bad,
Tommo, not bad,’ he mumbled to himself.
    His leg felt
oddly numb. He then opened his shirt and looked at the bullet
scrape on his shoulder. He poured vodka on it and squealed in pain.
He couldn’t stitch it since it was in a bad place and it was a
gash, so couldn’t be closed anyway. Instead, he put plasters over
it and taped the cluster of plasters on.
    After being a
surgeon, Tom decided to drink the vodka to help him sleep. He drank
steadily for about two hours and finally fell asleep.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Tom awakened
in a rush, short of breath and in a sweat. After having slept on
his back, he bolted upright and began to cough. He continued to
cough for a few minutes; blood spewed from his mouth with each
painful bout of couphing. Choking on the blood; he crawled on all
fours to the refrigerator containing the drinks. Pulling himself
up, he reached for a water bottle that seemed a thousand miles away
from his grasp. He finally grabbed a water bottle. He composed
himself and began to sip the water, which stopped the choking,
allowing him to catch his breath.
    Shaken, he
looked at his arms. His veins were enflamed and his body felt numb.
Tom pinched his skin and couldn’t feel the pain. He continued to
pinch himself, but he couldn’t feel the pinches at all. . He
sniffed the air and couldn’t smell the grime, smoke or dust. He
seemed to be losing all his senses.
    He stood and
stretched. As he stretched his arms and legs, he wandered to the
counter and picked up the rucksack and put it on his back. He
decided he needed to move on from the shop, but might return to get
more refreshments