Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 65
_ luke cast his mind like a fisherman casting a net, hoping to catch something, anything, other than the gruesome events that had led them to this rotting tube of wood in the middle of the night.
King of Dusk - Chapter 6
_damned to rot in this hell... no way to escape..._ a flash of light. he saw the outlines of the dragon and the creature still fighting in the distance, falling with him, then he saw them no more. _i'm dying._ «just take my hand...»
Abandoned, Chapter Ten
“i can smell ‘em through the rot. lots of humans.” thralls. puppeteer magic.
Walk A Mile: Covert Ops: Rise of Morgoth
The only food you can eat being cheap, near rotted meat, withered vegetables, and cast away grains. you'll never have any friends or lovers; you'll never even have the chance to have sex. you'll never have a child."
Carmine
He grimaced at the reek of rotting garbage filling the adjacent alleyway. it was just one more sad reminder of the sorry state of the city.
Chapter 1: Exodus
"i give rot gut to your kind." he smiled, as he poured a shot. "especially to the lippy ones." lazok swigged the powerful liquor, and seemed almost oblivious to the effects of it. "i've had better, give me another."
How Legends are Made Part 2 Preview
John backed away from it quickly, not wanting to touch the incessant rot. he soon found himself in the bedroom, the last bastion of vibrant life in his apartment.
Of Wolf and Man: Chapter one
He said before turning back to the first floor and blasting a rot bag's head off. "but to be honest....we need to leave." he moved for the first floor, checking that he still had over half a drum left on his shotgun.
Last of My Kind Chapter 3
The buildings that hadn’t crumbled were falling apart like decaying fingers rising from a rotted hand that was the cracked, weed-filled pavement. like the rest stop, the windows were boarded with rotted boards or rusted sheets of metal.
Smoke - By Nathan Iverson
I stood up and walked over to the only window of my apartment and pulled open the shades, the light blinding me only temporarily, and pulled it open with a little effort i had to put into the old rotted frame.
A Bump in the Road. Chapter Nine.
Like someone had really mixed rotting fruit with incense. lining the shelves were various jars of floating eyes in toad bile.
Dog Gone (21)
Like a tomatoe rotting in the sun the heat made the left overs around us rot and decay faster. and sweat continued to trickle down my forhead matting my fur to my face, sagging my whiskers. it made this muzzle feel heavy as if weighing my face down.