Mark Tomczyk
Joined June 2021
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Hunger
The air was stale and wretched. The scent of decay clung to his nostrils like rotten fruit. This was surprisingly a good sign as it helped hide their own stench. They had not been able to bathe for several days now and they were determined to not have the game they were tracking be aware of them.
By Mark Tomczyk3 years ago in Fiction