Severing Sanguine: A Companion Book to The Fallocaust Series Book 2 by Quil Carter Page B
Authors: Quil Carter
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and dirt. I checked the kitchen but it was dirty too, and all the appliances were pulled out and thrown around. They were all rusty and spooky-looking; I didn’t want to sleep there.
Then I went upstairs and I found a mattress. It was piled and heaped with blankets and the blankets stank but it was warm tonight so I didn’t need them. I laid down on the mattress and picked the black skin from my wrist and arm, it was starting to bubble and go redder. It took me awhile but I managed to fall asleep in the smelly abandoned house.
When I woke up the sun was shining and my arm was feeling a bit better but when I accidently brushed it against a quilt blanket it yelled at me. I sat up and looked around and almost called for Nan but I remembered where I was.
This wasn’t my car bed and I wasn’t in the loft above the boys’ dorm. I was far away and I couldn’t go back or Gill would kill me with the axe.
I wish I was brave like in the Disney books, but I just cried cause I was so lonely. Then I remembered that crying wouldn't do anything but bring ravers, so I got up and started pulling off the blankets from the big ol’ mound.
I gasped and jumped back when I pulled the last blanket off. It was a shrively human! He was all black and his eyes were missing and his skin so tight it was like jerky. This gave me an idea and I leaned down and bit his finger but it tasted gross.
Though as I pulled off the rest of the blankets I saw he had pants on and a jacket. I checked his pants and I found a pack of stained cigarettes, a lighter, and a knife holder on his belt. I spent the next long while pulling his belt off of him with the knife. I looped it through my own pants and I think I looked mighty fine.
If I was going to be a greywaster now I had to look the part and I think I did. I had a knife which was on my hip and I had cigarettes though they smelled like the man tasted. I walked downstairs and lit a cigarette so I could stand on the porch and have a morning smoke like Gill always did.
Today I decided I was an adult. Maybe I would say I was fifteen if I met anyone so they wouldn’t pick on me or try and eat me.
I lit my cigarette to celebrate my passage into adulthood and took a long inhale. Though no sooner than I did the smoke burned my throat and I was coughing, then I threw up again.
Cigarettes tasted gross but in that grossness I felt my whole body jitter and I felt energy so I kept it in my mouth and looked around the kitchen for any cans.
The merchants and greywasters who would stay with Nan in exchange for food would tell us stories around the fire some nights. They said greywasters survived on human meat and scavenging in abandoned houses. They said there were cans in the houses that were good to eat and houses could keep your ass protected from the greywastes.
I wasn’t allowed to say ass but I was an adult now, I bet I could say worse.
“SHIT!” I yelled before clasping my hand over my mouth with a nervous giggle. I expected Nan to come bursting through the door to give me a spanking but then I remembered I was all alone now.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said out loud as I walked into the kitchen and started kicking aside broken dinner plates. I hopped up onto a counter after brushing away some dishes and papers and started looking through the cabinets. “Fuck, shit… piss ass fuckface.”
I laughed but sneezed when a puff of sawdust tickled my nose. It looked like radrats had eaten some of the wood around here. I loved killing radrats they were as big as the cats at Sunshine House.
There were packaged plastic things, they had once been inside of boxes but the boxes had dissolved into papery shreds. The plastic inside of the box sat inside of the papery shreds like it was an egg inside of a nest. I opened the plastic but it was yellow rice and I didn’t have any water. I put it in my pocket anyways and kept looking.
Nothing above me, though there were rust rings so maybe there had been but it had been
Then I went upstairs and I found a mattress. It was piled and heaped with blankets and the blankets stank but it was warm tonight so I didn’t need them. I laid down on the mattress and picked the black skin from my wrist and arm, it was starting to bubble and go redder. It took me awhile but I managed to fall asleep in the smelly abandoned house.
When I woke up the sun was shining and my arm was feeling a bit better but when I accidently brushed it against a quilt blanket it yelled at me. I sat up and looked around and almost called for Nan but I remembered where I was.
This wasn’t my car bed and I wasn’t in the loft above the boys’ dorm. I was far away and I couldn’t go back or Gill would kill me with the axe.
I wish I was brave like in the Disney books, but I just cried cause I was so lonely. Then I remembered that crying wouldn't do anything but bring ravers, so I got up and started pulling off the blankets from the big ol’ mound.
I gasped and jumped back when I pulled the last blanket off. It was a shrively human! He was all black and his eyes were missing and his skin so tight it was like jerky. This gave me an idea and I leaned down and bit his finger but it tasted gross.
Though as I pulled off the rest of the blankets I saw he had pants on and a jacket. I checked his pants and I found a pack of stained cigarettes, a lighter, and a knife holder on his belt. I spent the next long while pulling his belt off of him with the knife. I looped it through my own pants and I think I looked mighty fine.
If I was going to be a greywaster now I had to look the part and I think I did. I had a knife which was on my hip and I had cigarettes though they smelled like the man tasted. I walked downstairs and lit a cigarette so I could stand on the porch and have a morning smoke like Gill always did.
Today I decided I was an adult. Maybe I would say I was fifteen if I met anyone so they wouldn’t pick on me or try and eat me.
I lit my cigarette to celebrate my passage into adulthood and took a long inhale. Though no sooner than I did the smoke burned my throat and I was coughing, then I threw up again.
Cigarettes tasted gross but in that grossness I felt my whole body jitter and I felt energy so I kept it in my mouth and looked around the kitchen for any cans.
The merchants and greywasters who would stay with Nan in exchange for food would tell us stories around the fire some nights. They said greywasters survived on human meat and scavenging in abandoned houses. They said there were cans in the houses that were good to eat and houses could keep your ass protected from the greywastes.
I wasn’t allowed to say ass but I was an adult now, I bet I could say worse.
“SHIT!” I yelled before clasping my hand over my mouth with a nervous giggle. I expected Nan to come bursting through the door to give me a spanking but then I remembered I was all alone now.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said out loud as I walked into the kitchen and started kicking aside broken dinner plates. I hopped up onto a counter after brushing away some dishes and papers and started looking through the cabinets. “Fuck, shit… piss ass fuckface.”
I laughed but sneezed when a puff of sawdust tickled my nose. It looked like radrats had eaten some of the wood around here. I loved killing radrats they were as big as the cats at Sunshine House.
There were packaged plastic things, they had once been inside of boxes but the boxes had dissolved into papery shreds. The plastic inside of the box sat inside of the papery shreds like it was an egg inside of a nest. I opened the plastic but it was yellow rice and I didn’t have any water. I put it in my pocket anyways and kept looking.
Nothing above me, though there were rust rings so maybe there had been but it had been
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