Chapter fourteen: Good Compost + Bad Piggies
Rowland stood there in complete shock, his body went rigid, his mind was racing and his mouth went dry.
But, he couldn't quite comprehend the situation in front of him just yet, as his green eyes padlocked in place at the sight in front of him of a man who still lay asleep, were it not for the limp form of the stranger, who was belly down and who's head was now twisted sideways to the left and with one bulbous eye, it stared dead at Rowland's light blue socked feet, which Rowland felt as if they mocked with their little monkeys pulling faces.
The heart stopping shock of the now visible predicament of the dead man was as if, ever one had to walk barefoot and blinded through the dark and happened to stub a toe or shin with full force, or puncture the otherwise sensitive sole...
He curled his toes due to the cold floor.