Unscramble Bodies Novels & Stories

Chilly wind flips the soft, white binders of the great window in my bedroom. I shudder, my own arms proving a great failure in keeping me warm. Tentatively, throwing the sketching book lying in my tummy aside, I rise on my elbows and sit up. My body feels torpid.

Decay. The flesh quivered. An arm reached out from the mesh, its broken nails clawed against the floorboards. Its head peeked out from the clump. Eyeless, with skin folded over the sockets. Its jaws parted, revealing rotting sharp teeth where drools of ichor streamed down. Jayce stared, horrified, as more bodies unwrapped themselves from one another. Their arms extended outward, like extended insect appendages. The bodies were sealed off at the waist, but morphed together with each body. It raised itself. Each head pointed towards Jayce, Aiden and the children.