infinities, and improbabilities
The scent is nauseatingly strong. Even without an abnormally sensitive nose, Noah can pick up the familiar copper from meters away. Yang Rong, too, senses it just as quickly as he does. The man taps him on the shoulder and waves a finger slightly in indication – “you stay here” – before heading forward.
Noah shakes his head and follows along. The coppery scent only gets stronger past the forest area. Among the rustling of trees are eerie howls and rough growls from animals flocking en masse. The two of them move silently. Noah strains his eyes to see.
Past the depths of brown and black tree trunks, past a small shed in the remote vicinity, lying on the ground is the body of man with gray hair. The anomalies are flocked to feast, ripping apart even more of his already-mutilated body, dragging bits and pieces of viscera onto dampened soil. Insects gather around the deceased in nauseating swarms of black, covering the entirety of his face and neck.