The Rotting Flesh Book 1: Escatology

Ceaser walks into corridor containing cells and finds Jack locked up without one arm.

Boots heavily tapping on the wet floor of the dungeon level in the once populated police station, growling and whispering filled the halls. Too big to be a normal man, Ceaser walked to the last cell. He could smell all the blood of the people who had bled here and there was a familiar scent, one he was well aware who it belonged to. Finally emerging at the cell entrance he frowned with disgust. Down on the ground at the far wall below the window lay Jack. Without his left arm, he was pale from the excessive bleeding, how he had made it this far is a miracle. He lifted his head and before he could say a word, Ceaser was already in front of him, he was fast. Ceaser slowly knelt down and lifted Jack’s chin scrutinizing him.

“Your girl brought the pictures mmmmmmmmmm she was quite a tasty snack” he said licking his fingers

Jack’s eyes widened and watered a bit. His breathing became irregular and his eyes ran front one man to another.

“Betrayed by a little boy and defeated by a woman, what a useless man you are” Ceaser growled “first you fall to a woman then Victor to a little boy and two girls, humans are as useless as they come”

“Victor died?” he said feeling a chill go down his spine

“You know i saw potential in you Jackie, but I guess I was wrong after all” Ceaser said rubbing his forehead

“Gi give me another chance” begged Jack

“Is that so?” Ceaser smiled

“Yes” he said nodding his head quickly, his knees trembled as he responded

“Okay I will give you one more job” he said standing up

“Thank you, thank you” he bowed in gratefullness

“My boys haven’t had a fresh meal in a while, feed them for me will ya” he said grinning

“Wha what? No no please Ceaser” he begged his eyes filling with sheer terror

“Breakfast is served, boys eat up” he instructed and began walking away

“No please ahhhhh” Jack screamed as Ceaser’s men growled and groaned as they feasted on his flesh, tearing him from limb to limb.

Looks like its time I take matters into my own hands…………………….

TO BE CONTINUED

IN

THE ROTTING FLESH BOOK 2:

DEADMAN’S WONDERLAND