Acostrob 257 Share Posted January 7, 2022 (edited) The sewers reeked of death and blood that night. The young man awoke, partly due to nightmares, partly due to the stench that engulfed him, like a mothers’ loving embrace. He remembered not his name, age, or even how he looked. He regained his footing within a short moment, frantically looking about, seeing nothing but the putrid, greenish water below, and the low, gray ceiling, covered in grime above. With a sigh he marched on, his heavy, irregular footsteps echoing into the cramped, foul unknown before him. Out of nowhere, it struck him. His name was… Freddie? At least that’s what his friends currently call him. Of his real name, he had long forgotten. Friederik Gelt, the go-to man if you needed something done no man with a weak stomach could handle. He thought nothing of the seemingly important realization, only marching on in a random direction he just so happened to face when he woke up. And so he marched. It seemed like he had traversed miles, with no sign of escape. He kept going, somehow holding his balance on the uncomfortably narrow brick pavement next to the unending and disgustingly curiosity-inducing artificial river of human waste and rotten food. Perhaps he had died in his sleep? A death he did not deserve. Perhaps he was now roaming the empty halls of whatever hell he thought awaited him after death. Or perhaps, his paranoid, unsound mind had been leading him in circles? Perchance, he was still soundly asleep, and his mind decided it was time to torment him with his past again. He heard something rattle in his coats’ pocket. He instinctively shoved his hand inside, and felt… bones? Ribs, he thought? Human…? He stopped, his other hand rising slowly as he checked the pocket on the opposite side. Something heavy, soft, and… wet? A heart? No… A liver. After a moment of a hundred thousand thoughts racing through his head, each taking a moment to suggest what happens next, he heard scratching behind him. He turned on his heel, his breath speeding up and his muscles growing tense. “Rats.” He thought, relief washing over him, as his shoulders fell a little into a more relaxed position. “Nothing but rats. Rats and filth, perfect company for a man like you.” He told himself as he kept wandering. The sewers… reeked of death and blood that night. Edited January 7, 2022 by Acostrob 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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