Taken from the Damned Pages of The Aqueous Transmission By MIKE EYE
Episode I. / Chapter 8
AFTER SOME TIME, THE MOTHER OPENED HER EYES TO REVEAL THE now Full-Moonlit night sky. It was the rank stench that had awakened her. She propped up in sheer revulsion as she found herself breathing in rancid whiffs of a what she recognized undoubtedly as a lethal concoction of rotting carcasses, burning diesel fuel, and discharged battery acid. She turned to vomit but had no food to spew.
It was dusky out, with a sharp, shimmering sheen from the Full Moon up above that remained fixed over black death surrounding Magdalena.
There were no stars.
It was eerie. She lifted her head, saw that she was completely naked, noticed she had been sleeping on pieces of filthy, indiscernible scraps, and that sludge lay strewn about in disorderly fashion, upon the…
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