prompt: yellow
word count: 100

He vaguely remembered getting injured the previous night.

The dark scab was too tempting, so he obviously was going to pick at it, peeling it off entirely. He was initially expecting to see a crimson liquid ooze from the wound, but was shocked to see an unappealing yellow instead.

Something was horribly wrong, but he just didn't know what.

But what happened next was utterly terrifying.

A set of cold and thin fingers laid upon his shoulders, a deep breathing right beside his eyes that sounded empty and hollow.

And his blood poured into a shade of red, bright red.