Belly Full of Blood - Chapters 1-4 (not for sharing - Copyright Protected 2020 )

sighed Wren as he turned around. ‘Are you ok?’
The man began to cough and splutter, retching
on the ground and gasping for air. He wrapped his
arms around his belly, until he vomited up pints
upon pints of bright red blood and rotten chunks of
his own guts, which splattered and poured over his
own muddied boots.
‘Fuck,’ said Wren. ‘Have you been bitten? I
swear if you have and you don’t tell me…’
‘No,’ gargled the man as blood began to flood his
windpipe, making it nearly impossible to speak and
breath. ‘Not…bitten.’
The man collapsed, the entirety of his blood
escaping from his body through every available hole
and pore, until the crimson pool washed against
Wren’s boots.
‘Well, that’s not good, is it?’ said Wren. He
looked to the black skies above him, and felt the rain
wash away the splattering of blood on his skin. He
took a deep breath and tried to remind himself that