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wherein the ditch is filled
"Fuck."
It was only when the headlights swung away into the foliage had Axel thought it prime to peek at what had made those noises.
What he wasn't expecting was the "dead" guy, curled fetal, in the refuse ditch beside his parked and slumbering jeep.
All along his naked back and arms the milk-white skin was peeled raw. Little snowy flecks wriggled off his body every time the night air moved. Blisters had already risen along on his collarbone; the clear-pale abscesses continued well below the waist.
His throat was black.
Axel didn't think: he slung him up by the armpits and hauled him into the house.
:t(o) b(e) c(ontinued):
you read that right: he's "dead". not dead, but "dead". tiny difference. :D
quick update because this one is so damn short. sowrry.
reviews? BiZ tends to get the update-itch every ten reviews or so.