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looked at the tie wrapped around Keith's face and would have laughed at him if he didn't find himself doing the exact same thing.
    Keith moved the filing cabinets from the door and slowly turned the handle. He held his breath, knowing that his tie was not enough to stop the smell. When he breathed in, the stench turned to a palpable presence in his mouth where his senses no longer distinguished between smell and taste. He clutched the frame of the door and vomited on the carpet. Ignoring the vomit, he turned on the lights, but a flash of sparks spewed from the socket in the ceiling. Janice had apparently broken the light bulbs. The overhead projector that had earlier been used to display cough syrup animations was crushed and broken apart from its casing on the floor. There were small standing pools of blood and fluid throughout the room giving it the appearance of the workshop of a butcher.
    He slowly crept u p, hunched over, to approach the table. “Janice, can you hear me? It's Keith. I want to see how you're doing.” He could only see her arm extending from underneath the table. He slid his foot under and nudged her pudgy hand with his foot. There was something entirely peculiar about how the arm shook from his nudge. It rocked back and forth like a piece of driftwood bobbing carelessly in a lake. It moved too easily given the small force with which he pushed it. Before he could understand the implications, he saw Janice fall toward him from a dark corner in the room. She collapsed into his chest, her face exploding with fluid and pus onto his shirt and into his face and eyes. He fell into a chair with Janice's swollen head digging into his chest. Lifting her head up, she started to bite at the air. Her mouth had become the only recognizable orifice on her face.
    Dave stumbled from behind. His body twisted so quickly around the chair that Keith was sitting in that one of his shoes flipped off and flew into the air. Dave pulled at Janice's shoulders from behind and lifted her bloody, cauliflower face off of Keith. They then realized their mistake in entering the room. They saw that Janice's arm had been crudely gnawed at the bicep and what they thought was Janice lying dead under the table was her decapitated arm. The stump that she had chewed at had ragged muscle and tendons swinging in the air, flipping droplets of blood in every direction. Dave pushed her to the ground as Keith quickly placed both his feet on her face and pushed off in the rolling chair, propelling him toward the door. Sitting on her knees, she started to pump her remaining arm into the air in a futile attempt to land a blow. They could see a necrotic and eroded wound on her arm where she had started to chew through as well. Dave ran from the room and slammed the door behind him.
    “Okay, okay. This is beyond anything... That can't happen. These things don't happen in the real world.” Keith was catching his breath and watching Janice from the windowpane.
    “She gnawed it off! Her entire arm! Holy shit how could someone chew through their entire arm?” Dave began pacing the carpet. “Let’s get out of here, man!”
    Keith's mind jumped quickly to the enormous amount of infected pus and blood that was covering his face. A cold panic had grasped him telling him to wipe his face with anything possible. Shoving his hand in his shirt in between the buttons, he ripped it open. The buttons flew off in all directions, ricocheting off the glass window. He took it off and shoved his face into the crumpled up shirt, rubbing it up and down his eyes and nose. He then ran to the bathroom down the hall and scrubbed his face with hot water and soap.
    When the other employees in the break room saw him running past with his face wrapped up in his shirt, they put down the coffee they were casually sipping on and burst out into the office. They turned to Dave who was leaning against a table with his tie wrapped around his face. The red haired receptionist looked at