The rough rock scraped against the neck of the young man, ripping and tearing through the skin then smashing against the jugular vein, splashing sticky blood all over the murderer. The blood came out in spurts, spouting out to the rhythm of the dying heart. The rock had made more of a tear in the flesh, rather than the clean cut of a blade, making it look like a bear mutilated him. The gaping hole in the man's throat continued to ooze blood more slowly now, and its smell started to attract flies and other flesh-eating insects. After two weeks of rotting in the forest, the body was home to all sorts of insects. Maggots crawled and squirmed through the blackened flesh, making little holes all over the surface. A scavenging coyote rolled the body over, revealing all the dried blood and insect larva underneath. The stench was unbearable, and all the flies buzzed around and feasted on the rotting man. Beetles lazily climbed into the body, tearing out little chunks of intestines and other organs, which, due to sun exposure, had bloated up with nauseous gasses. A small insect tore a hole into the large intestine, and rotted and liquefied food spilled out, spreading onto the ground and letting out the stench of a barrel of whale oil. Part of the man's jaw started to fall off, dangling by a small piece of skin. There was no tongue; insects and small mammals had eaten it when it was still fresh. Now it was just a rotting heap of human, being devoured by the young larva of flies and worms, while yet smaller bacteria were feasting off the greenish skin and decomposing flesh. The carcass's bones were now visible, caked with dried blood and bits of veins that were still somehow remaining. In every direction you could see insects crawling towards the decomposing human, striving to get something out eat.
Something about this was familiar though. You move in closer to get a look at the face, and with extreme horror, you see your own.