“Who’s there?”
Vinno becomes lost in the darkness of the forest. No moonlight penetrates the thick cloud cover. The stars are extinguished by the billow of water vapor suspended in the night sky. The isolation and darkness heighten his other senses. Vision is rendered useless in this environment. The sounds of footsteps surround him. Vinno turns to his left and then back to the right. The bully has become a coward alone in the eclipse of his mind and soul. He shouts again. “Who’s there?” The words fall on deaf ears. The putrid smell of vile excrement and rotting teeth surround his nostrils. “Who are you? Identify yourself asshole.” He shouts into the black. Scared he fires his gun into the void. He fires again. Vinno screams as the madness descends upon him; ripping his flesh from bone; devouring him; biting his face and neck; tearing through his clothing. Over a dozen hands rip at his belly tearing skin and muscle. Bony fingers rip out his left eyeball. He calls for his own death to end the pain. The yell only awakens the blackbirds perched in an oak tree. Their calls only mock Vinno as the feast continues. They flap into the night as he falls to the deepest pits of hell.
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