Created for the tw100 LJ community challenge prompt #274: "Meat"
References: S1E4 "Countrycide"
The drop formed at his hairline, lingering for a minute before slowly dripping, snaking down his cheek washing away the dirt. Lingering again at the tail end of the shimmering streak at the jaw line, it dripped down onto his neck, slithering until it joined and mixed with a drop of blood, glistening in the dim light reflecting off the cleaver. A sharp tug jostled it free to fall and join others in a puddle on the ground, putrid, raw, rotting with the… the meat; the arms, the legs, the heads. An agonizing pain… he'll soon also be just meat.