You peek outside.
It is very dark. The streetlights are unnaturally dimmed. The sky looks inexplicably hostile.
You feel like the sky is falling down to crush you.
Your head aches.
Your eyes begin to water.
You can't pull your vision away.
You feel your head bursting.
Your spine and your tongue are touching.
You stretch yourself out of the window, shattering it.
It all hurts so much.
You wrap your thin, prehensile spinetongue around the nearest streetlight and pull yourself into the open street.
You let out a scream that turns into a crunchy, wet growl.
Your throat is cavernous.
Your mind is deteriorating.

>Hang onto a shred of sanity. (Continue as Peter Mylen)
>Become a wild beast (New random survivor)