I sit though a lecture, barely able to hear anything the flesh creature that used to be my professor is saying. He holds a sharp piece of bone, that I assume used to be a white board marker, and scraps it against a rectangle of that kind of flesh inside of your cheek. Blood spills…

...I walk home instead of taking the train, trying to avoid to encounter any more flesh creatures then I have to. While passing by what used to be a path through a flowering pasture of sunflowers that now are bones sticking out of the fleshy ground, I stare at my feet. Instead of seeds and petals a chunk of rotting meat sits upon each bone stalk. I decide to stay on the sidewalk over taking the morbid shortcut.

I sit though a lecture, barely able to hear anything the flesh creature that used to be my professor is saying. He holds a sharp piece of bone, that I assume used to be a white board marker, and scraps it against a rectangle of that kind of flesh inside of your cheek. Blood spills…

...I walk home instead of taking the train, trying to avoid to encounter any more flesh creatures then I have to. While passing by what used to be a path through a flowering pasture of sunflowers that now are bones sticking out of the fleshy ground, I stare at my feet. Instead of seeds and petals a chunk of rotting meat sits upon each bone stalk. I decide to stay on the sidewalk over taking the morbid shortcut.