(( Yup. Shallow thoughts are usually lighthearted for me, and being tackles by some guy can really make thoughts shallow.))
Roth stood, taking a breath of fresher air, than decided to lead his new friend away from the stench. Looking back, he noticed something he hadn't before. More bodies, maggots and worms wiggling where the eyes once were, the outer flesh chewed away by bugs and rats. Roth shutterd, than turned to the new person. "Thank you for that. If I wern't so careless, you wouldn't have had to put me in the... uhm... Rubbish..." Roth took another examination of the man. He seemed to have little flesh wounds. The blood wasn't his. And his clothes weren't as bloody as his body. Who was he?
Roth took his shirt off and put on the stranger's. The blood stains made the linen feel more like stone. "Who are you. What are you doing out here?"
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