The Culdera
I came to and almost gagged at the smell of whiskey, burnt flesh, blood, and the sickeningly sweet smell of my best friend Sarah decomposing.
The old woman came over, cleared her throat and spat a wad of phlegm in my face.
“Clean your slutty self up and don't try to run, whore! There is nothing we like better that a little hunting, right Son?!”
Suddenly the earth started to shake. The sound was deafening. I watched as half of the nearby mountain gave way and came to life. To me the most beautiful thing...
“Thank you, God!”
