Thomas Drews

Stranger

“So, Stranger, what happened to you?” The words crest against the misshapen lumps of what might have once been ears atop her head. She raised bleary, half scarred over eyes to look across the oily, foul-smelling fire pit, at the vagrant who shared her camp. Taking her time to reply, the woman slowly raised herself up, before speaking in a voice reminiscent of screeching metal and twisted flesh.