Devourer of Souls
No maggots yet, but with all those flies it wouldn’t be long.
That, of course, was the last straw. The image of fleshy worms writhing inside those stinking bodies made my stomach churn. I was pretty sure if we didn’t bail immediately, my Coke and partially devoured Slim Jim would end up all over my NIKEs. In fact, just the thought of my Slim Jim twitched my guts. I tossed the uneaten portion, still in its wrapper, away.
I grasped Bobby’s elbow, weakly tugging him away. “Dude, let’s split. I’m gonna chuck.”
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