Alessandra

The Cull

Nothing could prepare you for the smell. It felt solid, permeating all senses at once. Eden tried not to breathe, but their body refused to cooperate, causing them to gasp and take in more of the fetid stench of blood, viscera, and pain. The tunnel was dark but lit enough to make out the walls covered in metal fencing and the meshed ceiling of barbed wire. A body pressed into Eden from behind and they stumbled slightly, using their hand to catch themselves on the fence and realizing it was slick with a slightly congealed liquid. They wiped their hand on their hip and felt the dirt from their naked skin roll into little gobs on muck.