Sa Ram's point of view
The air smells like death
A foul smell floating on the air, so thick that I could almost taste it, my nose burns and although I used my hand to cover my nose it doesn't stop my stomach from kicking at the stench; so I stopped laying on the bed and instead dragged myself to seat the end of the bed, my face falls to the floor, looking down at my legs to see my feet
They look almost unrecognizable
Barefooted and hurt, it had all sorts of bruise and hideous cuts, before I could even remember where I must have gotten all this from the stench is back again, this time stronger and for sure I can taste them on the top of my tongue.
Bitter
Worse than bitter
It smelled like a hundred corpses, maybe even a thousand had been put together as they were rotten. If I do
