1983 - 1987.

Michael steps outside his house, walking onto the sidewalk, to work. He walks down the street, his steps slow and exhausted. He was hunched over as he walked, the white pupils in his empty eye sockets slightly more dim. Some of the neighbors that were looking at Michael, despite his rotting and zombie-like appearance, wave at him and still treat him positively. Others hid behind their houses in fear.

Michael continues moving down the street. Every step feels like a struggle and his heart rate increases with each movement. His breathing becomes more labored, and he starts to groan in pain from the effort of each movement.

Michael’s skin was purple and rotting. He seems to have lost his nose, hair, and almost all of his bottom and front teeth. His eyeballs seem to be missing from his now dark and empty sockets. The only sign of life from them is the two small white illuminating pupils, similar to the ones the animatronics sometimes possess. He wore a hoodie over his body to give him at least some sanctuary. He was also quite bony and weightless, considering you lose a lot of weight when you’re.. how do I put this lightly, dead.