[18] written by tasha

You take a deep breath and slowly begin prying the pale hand off
of your wrist, grimacing at your fingers, which are sinking into the
bloated flesh. A drop of watered down blood drips from the detached
forearm of the corpse and onto your already soaked jeans. You swallow
the lumps in your throat, and prepare to fully examine your new toy.
You notice a few, previously oozing, sores near the wrist.

* If you wish to examine these sores more, go to [20].
* If you wish to hold on to the forearm, and try to find your way home
to show it to your parents, go to [21].