Porcine
Porcine
Rows of garbage bags lined the small walkway as it overflows out of the dumpster. Nearby, Several men who were lost to society are jabbing sticks and fingers into heaps of trash hoping to find something of worth.
I followed the stranger to a rusty entrance. The man knocked some sort of Morse code against the door. It slightly opened up and the bulging whites of someone's eyes are glaring back at us. The stranger said two words: Type O.
A rail-thin, sickly-looking doorman bowed and gestured for us to go further in. It was dark and humid inside. Echoes of guttural screams, moaning, and shouting can be heard through each passing door. Some more violent and visceral than others. The stench was unbearable.
One of the doors burst open and out came a naked wild-eyed woman. She charged right into me and we both tumbled to the ground.
"Are you the muted prince, sworn to secrecy, come to save us all, my lord?." The stranger grabbed the bewildered woman by her curly locks and dragged her painfully back up on her feet. He threw her against the wall, wrapped his big massive left hand against her throat, and lifted her off her feet.
He then shoved her back into the room. Inside was a skinless man laughing, dancing, and gleefully blowing bubbles. She quickly ran to a corner and cowered up.
"They are now less than human. You shall treat them accordingly as discarded waste."
"Sir, I was contacted by your agency to write an article about "Hobo's breach." but this is..."
"Permission granted. You are free to explore." He interrupted.
We came to an end, the path splits right and left. "Pick a path." He said.
I peered to the right first and then to the left. It was a long dimly lit hallway that faded into darkness. Muffled cries of anguish can be heard.
I chose the right because it was quieter but no less unnerving. I used my hands to guide me along the wall. Everything was pitch black save for the outlines of lights beaming out of cracks and crevices from a door at the end of the hallway. The floor was sticky and thick with a glob-like substance. Each step felt like I was walking on melted concrete. At last, I've reached the door.
My trembling hands slowly gripping the doorknob for a twist.
Inside was the bellowing cries of a motherless child. Behind it sat a mange humanoid creature. Its inky black beady eyes burning its gaze right through me. It began to assume a defensive posture.
The man disabled it with a tranquilizer shot as soon as it lunged at us.
"That is the father of the child. It is prone to vomiting up blood on a 12-hour cycle, we have to result in using blood transfusion to keep it alive."
"And the blood type is?." I asked.
"With Pig's blood." He said. "Just Like yours."## TLDR Summary: