Eat Me!

Shayla cursed internally at this entire situation. If the plan of burning the ugly piece of shit wouldn’t work, then she wasted this fine cigarette for nothing. It was the last thing her mother gave her before she died.

She humphed and took a last lungful of smoke. She could bet anyone would laugh at the thought that a queen could gift her daughter a cigarette as the last token of love. The crackling sound of the dry weeds burning up brought her mind back to the present.

New, not yet fully formed limbs broke out of Fresh Flesh's body, charging forward past the rocks and over the liquid. A grunt came out through his upside-down lips as its meat ran between the falling match and the thin stream of fluid. The stamped-out match flew upward and landed between two rocks. A dark coating appeared on the limb as it stretched further toward Shayla.