You sigh and search up the local news. The plague doesn't seem to have been spotted yet, possibly because everyone's still suspicious of zombie stories after that whole Florida fiasco. Maybe that was caused by demons and it was a cover up? Then again, probably not, since these demons just want to eat stupid combinations of food that would make you vomit if you ate them and didn't have seventeen stomaches. You then search up "Lamia rituals", not exactly sure what you're going to find. You find a site about the occult noting ways to summon a lamia. Mythically, of course, because lamias don't exist. Apparently a good way is to get a snake's egg, crack it open and feed it to a female virgin, which will cause a fetal lamia spirit to "Infect" the virgin. Not really sure what that's meant to entail, but you don't think it will look pleasant. You didn't know lamias even were spirits.
You do actually know a virgin, but she's in another town and you'd have to take a bus to get there, since you have no car. Well, anyway, you have to go to bed soon.
"Alright, guys, I'm not going to eat your stupid food, I'm going to go to bed. Because I sleep." you turn off the computer and stand up, wandering to your bed, and flopping down into it, stripping off your clothes. You crawl under the bedsheets and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When you wake up, the dawn light is coming through the window. You wonder what you should do today.
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