I woke this morning to a body tucked between my sheets.
Or what was left of it, at least.
A mildewed grey corpse speckled with grave dirt. Desiccated strips of skin crawling with insects clung to the body.
And the smell. The gut-churning scent of decay, sour and bitter, but sickly sweet.
I flop over, fingers tracing a path from the jaw to the rib cage. Cockroaches scatter as I punch through the chest cavity to the numbing cold of a Forgotten Soul.
I moan in delight as I devour the soul.
Hundreds more to go to fully regain my strength.