At first it all came at once. A torrent of blood entered into his mouth.
His first mistake was trying to stop the flow by placing his mouth overtop the wound, that just made his entire mouth fill with blood faster. It's metallic taste pierced his tongue, shocking the senses and yet it felt right at home.
The gushing wound slowed to a trickle and then to nothing at all. A fresh stream of blood dotted George's cheek as he pulled away from the drained corpse.
George never really believed in the whole adage that new meat just tastes like chicken, but George hungrily bit into the wound anyway.
Using his fingers, he dug his nails into its flesh, pulling back the fur to expose more of the meat. The meat was fatty almost springy, it seemed to melt in his mouth as blood continued to pour out of the freshly opened wound.
George closed his eyes as he ate. He let the taste of the fresh kill wash over him like warm water. It certainly didn't taste like chicken but there was a calm familiarity to it. As George savored the carcass he was quick to notice the tingling sensation coming from his fingertips.
In moments the tingle turned to sharp pangs as his hands began to spasm, dropping his meal.
"Ah Jorn!" George shouted. He fell to his knees in pain. God damnit! What the hell was in that thing?! was it a disease? Defense mechanism? Fuck! George's mind spiraled as he tried to understand what was going on.
The spasms soon spread to his entire body, knocking him on his side staining the hoodie a deep crimson.
Words got caught in his throat as the air inside him was taken hostage amidst the terrible pain.
The sharp stabbing feeling he experienced earlier dulled until it eventually fell silent.
He laid on the floor the sounds of the world returning.
His eyes went wide as he heard the distinct noise of bones cracking.
Chapter 12 [Bloody river] end.