Especially over the past two months, strange and terrifying incidents have been happening around him incessantly, each one more frequent than the last.
BOOM——
A thunderous roar echoed across the earth, causing the young boy to hasten his steps home.
As he passed through an alleyway, the boy suddenly slowed his pace. He spotted two men from the Funeral Home carrying a body wrapped in straw matting out of the dark alley. The chilling gust of wind unveiled the rotten face swarming with maggots from under the mat, dispersing an indescribable foul smell around.
"That's...the crippled beggar..."
Seeing that face that wouldn't close in death, the boy felt an intense unease and dread surge within him. He recognized him.
"How did he die? I saw him begging on the street just yesterday. He's been dead for less than a day, and yet he's already so decayed?"
The two body collectors tossed the body wrapped in straw onto their cart, left expressionless, or perhaps better described as numb.
