Monday, March 27, 2017

100 Words a Day 1048

“What the fuck place is this?” Greta whispered to Heidi after opening the surprisingly well-oiled door.

Past the grimy portal was a large, well-lit room, the largest they had seen in the compound. A blast of cold air preceded the hum of a refrigeration unit turning on. Rows of meat hooks hung from the reinforced ceiling. Pale bodies hung from the hooks, motionless in cold room. Some of the corpses were whole, but others were missing chunks of flesh that had clearly been deliberately removed.

“We need to get out of here,” Heidi said, pulling Greta away from the door.

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