Hundreds of Caveman corpses lay on the ground, and the blood slowly flowed underneath them, making the cavern even more humid.
The odor of blood filled the entire space, never leaving as there was no outlet. Bartlett rubbed his nose, not disgusted by the smell, but rather enjoying it. The scent of the blood and earth combined stimulated his mind and induced a subtle excitement.
The Cave Leader directed its clan members to painstakingly pile the corpses in a corner of the cavern. Bartlett wondered if they had a habit of consuming their own kind, as food was scarce underground, and a wise leader might not let it go to waste.
"What are we waiting for?" Wesley covered his left cheek as he walked over. "Are they going to invite us for dinner or something?"
