It is just over two years now since the mutant blood army invaded. They have been hammered by a variety of weapons of chemical warfare but small pockets of resistance remain. I can feel them sheltering deep in the marrow of my legs, sharpening their swords on the insides on my bones in preparation for the coming day’s battle, vowing to avenge the deaths of their lost comrades.
My fingers ache. I can picture all these little white mutants gathering in there. And then the order goes out to “fix bayonets” and with military precision they all start jabbing my bones while the Captain yells in a plummy mutant accent “C’mon , you call that jabbing do you? You can do better than that”, until it feels like some gangster has stomped on my knuckles.
Other squads of crack mutant troops move around my body. They rest during the night and spend the morning creeping around, hiding from the dreaded Tasigna beast that will devour them on sight. Some find their way into my stomach with bile bombs to ensure maximum nausea. Others head to my brain and fill it with a gaseous fog that makes me want to sleep, while others detonate itchy bombs behind my eyeballs.
And all the time I know they are experimenting deep in their stronghold in my bones, seeking a new soldier, a new mutant force to rise up. But the Tasigna beast knows where they live … and they can’t hide. “Tassie” is a good soldier, grabbing each mutant, kicking them in the tyrosine until they lie on the ground crying for their mummies. But there is no pity for the mutants and slowly their troops dwindle. Soon there will be none left, all mutants banished.
The war is taking a toll but I am holding up well enough. My heart is still in it, as is my liver and various other body bits.
MEANWHILE …
MELBOURNE scientists believe they have found a new treatment for blood cancers that will spare patients the unpleasant side effects of chemotherapy. The new drug … has shown promising results in mice.
Wish I was a mouse …
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