Grit is under their nails, and all of them are looking forward to their next shower. It’s weeks away maybe but it’s coming, oh, it’s a’coming. Sinon crawls in the front, not via a process of volunteerism, but by a process of having been the first to get to the sewer grate. But it’s not stressful for him, because he made it to the grate first, and thus he might be the fittest member of the group.
Any potential for conversation was squelched by the pace they take as they crawl on their bellies, upward to the light. Sinon reaches the opening first, and draws his knife as he slides out into the light.
A handful of grey clothed shamblers come running toward him from the factory ruins, these abominations still not as terrible as the ones underground. Shorter teeth, less claws. Their arms and chests are covered in fur, and their mouths are set forward, like an ape or wolf, in a most primal way. Ghouls are ghouls because unlike other creatures, there exists not a single ghoul which is pleasant to look at.
stuff I’m writing on the side
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Survival is a boring yet engaging character motivation.
It’s fun to write, anyway.
I am shockingly low on money. Does anyone want a writing commission?
A price list would be like:
2,000 words - $10.00
5,000 words - $20.00
10,000 words - $35.00
Also this is all negotiable. Send me a message at strdouglas (at) gmail dot com.
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