Atticus

"Infestation, contamination and infection. The lands are barren and perished. Garnished in mould and eerily silent. He will starve. For he is not without empathy and yet he cannot feel. He cannot function without the will. His only will, his only thrill. Red, the land was red of life that had once roamed. The meat spoilt and thickened with maggots. Squirming, swerving, tossing and turning. There was too much flesh to consume. Hunger devours him whole"

Looking for 25 USD