The Meat Wagon E03: Buzzed
The Butcher’s fire crackles, fat hissing from unnameable meat. The clearing stands like a false shrine in the wasteland, its pool too pure, its grass too green. The SCVM take their fill, but nothing given here is free.
Southward, the woods close in. A low droning rises, heavy with hunger, and the air itself shudders with menace. By the end, smoke coils where no hand has set a flame, and shadows twist between the trees.
Ahead, on the horizon, a steeple leans against the dying sun—broken, waiting, patient as the grave.
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