clear

The Other White Meat

Who: Nicodemus, Clear, Kaylin, and Dave
Where: Food storage meat locker
When: About 4:57 am

Cold. Fucking cold. So cold his teeth were chattering, the noise echoing in his head as he started to come to. His head pounded, but that didn’t compare to the cold. When he opened his eyes, his stomach turned, threatening to empty itself. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Panic struck immediately.