Today on Drabble Wednesday walk among the
carrion and join the devourers, the eaters of the dead...
Reclamation Duty
You know the worst part of this gig? The
smell. Not what I imagined. I figured it would be the process itself. Loading the
flesh, hauling everything to the factory. Watching it be ground up, knowing
what went into the general food supply. I figured that would get to me.
Funny, it didn’t. Guess you can adapt to
anything. But the smell. Some of those bodies plain reeked... human decomposition
has an odor let me tell you.
I’m just glad this job came with real food
perks.
No way I wanted to eat that processed stuff
they feed most people.
~*~
Crow
Her stilted gait picked its way past the
corpses, her body hunched, her bobbing head tilted to one side. Her feathered
head ruffled in the breeze, and her yellow eyes darted across the battlefield,
looking.
Where,
where? Which one, which one?
Her bony arms fluttered slightly. A movement
echoed by the hoards of her kind waddling their way through the dead. Each one
searching, like her, for their perfect carcass. Suddenly, she stopped. She
sniffed the air.
There,
there. He’s the one.
Like many of her fellows, she trundled over
to a fallen warrior, knelt down and began to feast.
~*~
Soul Stalker
I hunt for a living.
It ain’t pretty, no glory, no adventure. It’s
boring, mostly, just waiting around. Stalking some poor hapless oaf, following
him until he dies. That’s the only fun part, after the person kicks off.
I can smell them you see, humans about to
die. Doesn’t matter if they’re sick, or about to be murdered, or hit by a bus.
The stench of impending death clings like maggots on a rotting corpse.
So I wait. For their last breath.
Then I swoop in, a nameless shadow, and
devour their soul.
That’s the prize. Humans are so delicious.
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