The Withering Wolf: Rotting Flesh

The kid came down the stairs and sat down, “oh right, hey kid, you never said your name” Alan said to him, the kid stayed silent for a second before speaking, “my name is Decay” Decay said, however, his voice slightly cut off at the ay part, but he was too nervous to correct it, “well Deke, eat up” he said to Decay, Alan noticed that Decay ate in a weird way, he’d tilt his head while drinking the soup. Once they were finished eating, Decay was about to walk out the door, “where are you going kid?” Alan asked, “you can stay with us for as long as you need” Mary said to Decay.

 

Decay laid down on the couch, he found the softness a bit weird at first but then quickly fell asleep, he dreamt of when he was younger, he remembered the comfortable couch but then heard yelling, then a woman grabbed him and left, he only remembers bits and pieces, eventually he woke up a bit saddened, he didn’t enjoy the dream, he was still tired, he tried sleeping some more but he just couldn’t.

 

He felt something wet, he quickly realized he was bleeding, he swiftly made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom, he took his shirt off, the stab was tearing more, he noticed a strange smell and saw his skin was starting to become a bit discoloured, but nothing too noticeable, he put bandages around the stab just to stop the bleeding.

 

Everything was fine for the rest of the day, the next two days also went well, however, one night he woke up to a weird smell, he went up to the bathroom to see the stab ripped open more and he was bloated, then all of a sudden, some foam like stuff mixed with blood started coming from his nose, he thought it was a bloody nose so he put a cloth over his nose, then, he felt something weird, he thought he was going to puke so he leaned over the toilet, then, the same blood mixed foam that came out of his nose started coming out of his mouth, it tasted as bad as it smelt, his eyesight was getting cloudy.

 

He couldn’t tell if this was some sort of weird sickness, or punishment for leaving the grave, either way, he decided to head to the graveyard, he struggled to walk there, trying to make sure his rotting organs stayed inside him, once he got to the graveyard he sat down, almost collapsing on Alex Delle’s grave, he noticed the weird foam stuff stopped coming out of his nose and mouth, his stab wound started to close, but not fully, and his organs were no longer rotting, he decided to head back to Alan and Mary’s home, to properly say goodbye.

 

Once he got back he was thankful to see no one was awake, he went up to the bathroom to clean up the blood and rotting organs.

 

The next morning he told Alan and Mary that he was leaving, “where are you going to go?” Mary asked, “back to the graveyard” Decay said, “well, i’ll drop off food whenever i pass by, also, you can keep my jacket, to keep yourself warm” Alan said to him while handing over his jacket.