But for a huge chunk of meat torn from his thigh and blood gurgling from the open arteries, fading to purple as it cascaded down his leg and coagulated in a pool around his foot, Gregory felt almost giddy. He looked around at the carnage; the landscape was a canvas of gore, the metallic stench of rendered flesh hung as a pall in the air. Strewn about were the remains of a hundred poor souls, torn asunder, ravaged and entangled. Gregory stumbled, nearly fell as a brief dagger of pain threw him forward, diminishing and gone as fast as it had come. The flow of blood began to weaken as the supply ran low. Gregory felt light headed, somehow euphoric as his brain starved. He lowered himself to the soaked earth, first kneeling, the maw of his wound gaping, then lying in grizzly repose, his head pillowed by a mutilated torso, nestled upon the soft belly, his face turned tilt against a ribcage. He slept. The blood from his ghastly cleavage had stopped. Gregory started awake in agony. He peered down at the source of his pain, now mottled black and red, bisected by a stained white stripe, bone. He turned in wretched shock and in doing so buried his face within the entrails of the quartered corpse beneath his head. He succumbed to his rising gorge and vomited the bile of an empty gut, afterward wincing at the burn at the back of his gullet. All the while, his leg continued to strangle his coherence, thudding and pulsing, unrelenting. The air began to thicken with the familiar bouquet of decomposition. His nostrils filled with air, acrid and bitter, an excremental exhale passed his parched lips, his breath more pungent than that of the bloated atrocity surrounding him. Gregory wished he had never come to his senses. Here, now, cognisance was a curse. His memory was as butchered as the men scattered about. As he lay, miserable, a strange thing happened. To begin with, he couldn't move. No foul air entered or exited his lungs, the searing pain from his leg was gone, he smelled......... Nothing. His vision faltered, in seconds he went blind. He heard his last heartbeat an instant before his brain shut off.
PS: Please feel free to identify the major element missing from the story.
PS: Please feel free to identify the major element missing from the story.
peace and love?
ReplyDeleteAm i the only one hungry for chicken after reading this? Cicken with BBQ sauce...mmm.
ReplyDeleteI'd say you are missing a plot. You gave us the ending. Now you should write the beginning and the middle of the story. Gruesome, yet awesome ending Tracy!
ReplyDeleteI am sure glad you decided to post the upbeat one. whew. For a minute I thought you were going to put out your more demented writings.
ReplyDeleteThe major missing element of course is rainbows and fairy kisses, but of course you knew that. Next post I'm sure.
Actually I DARE you.
Sounds like my years working at the Cargill Meat plant. Makes me want a pork chop.........
ReplyDeleteHmmm. Does the next part start with his soul hovering over the scene, no longer possessing his corporality, realizing he has to search the earth for his soul mate with whom he can share a body in perpetual bliss? Because that's the obvious thing that comes to mind. right? Or are you going with a new take on the whole Vampire thing?
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