I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I'm done with the editing for now, and back to short stories until NaNoWriMo happens. I hope you enjoy!
Slowly the hairs on her neck stood up. The smell became sickening like overdone perfume. As she continued a body came into view, lying on the ground at the base of a tree. Abigail's heart pounded in her chest as she approached the man's remains. He was large, clothes covered in dirt, resin, blood, and cuts. On his forehead was a tattoo, which seemed out of place. She couldn't stop herself from taking a step forward to read it, only to realize it was the word "gluttony" branded into his skin.
Her cell tumbled to the ground as she doubled over and vomited. Abigail picked up the phone and with shaky fingers and unlocked the screen.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
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