by Will Stanton » Mon Mar 26, 2018 11:46 pm
Will frowned, again. Not exactly a trusted source for food, after their earlier encounter.
Then again, he couldn't just leave it here, cluttering up the hallway...
He picked the bag up, rolling it closed, compressing it as small as he easily could. Opening wide, he shoved the whole kit and kaboodle -- sandwiches, chips, cheese, tub, bag and note -- in his mouth, jaw distending and neck tendons stretching to inhuman proportions as he disposed of the contents.