Wet chewing filled his ears as he slowly regained consciousness in time to see a child's blood-soaked thumb pop out his friend's eye and stuff it into an already overflowing mouth. The air smelled so strongly of iron and death that he started to vomit, forcing it down and praying the feasting children didn't notice the convulsions.
A loud thump from the hallway caught their attention, sending them into a frenzy of skittering limbs and blood-frothed mouths as they dashed towards it. He barely had enough time to get to the nearest broken window and fall out of it, landing with enough force to finally jolt the campfire dinner right out of him and all over his hands as he crouched, heaving, panting and desperately listening to see if he was alone.
The children's excited screeching rang sharply through the otherwise deathly silence of the night - one of the adults must have come back with newer meat. This was good for him, it brought him time enough to hopefully make it back to camp and the trail to the carp park.
Mouthing a quick prayer and checking his surroundings, he set off in the vague direction of the camp site.
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