We entered the house through the basement and the smell of rotting death reached my nose.
“Ugh.... What is that smell ?”
“Betts, I think that maybe coming from outside the house... but I am not too sure. Dad bought some gas masks that will kill the smell if we can find them.”
“That’s great. Where are they even kept?”
“Hmm.... That’s a good damn question. probably with all the other useful but pretty pointless at the time shit.”
“.... Okay.... Kellan, that’s located where exactly ? This smell is making me fucking sick.”
“Somewhere here in the basement.”
“Oh fantastic. I have rotting flesh in my nose and there isn’t a gas mask in sight. Also let’s not forget to mention that you are completely oblivious to the fact that the smell is not only getting worse but you have no fucking idea where the stupid masks are. This is just marvelous. Fucking Grade A Marvelous.....”
At that moment in time I swear I could have ripped his eyes from the sockets and skull fucked Kellan with a rusty railroad tie . The basement reeked beyond all repair. There was no way that any air freshener or perfume could cover up its new fragrance, eau de zombie. I guess I hurt Kellan’s feelings because after my little rant , he began to look for a light switch. I really wish he hadn’t found it.
There, lying in the middle of the floor was a mutilated and half eaten corpse of a young woman. By the looks of it she had been eaten to death. The sight made me nauseous and the stench made me almost hurl, until I seen a finger twitch.
“Betts, cut her head off to be on the safe side. We don’t want to take any chances.”
All I could do was nod a response. I felt like a guillotine executioner listening to the queen shout “Off with her head !” With one slice I removed her head as I heard my blade strike the hard floor. Her fingers stopped twitching and I felt somewhat safer, but it still smelled horrid.