#alec

Felet cried out as his back hit the wall, he could smell cooking meat. Who would be making pork at a time like this? Bad time for dinner plans. He tried to force his mind to focus. Work. He was working. He was doing a job and that didnt invovle laying on the ground.

Why was he on the ground? He had just managed to pick the lock on the door and then...then what?

He groaned and pushed himself up, crying out a second later and collapsing back down.

"What the-" He looked down and his eyes went wide. "Fuck..."

His entire stomach was flayed open, remaining skin burt black and red. He could see his intestines.

"Oh fuck..." he collapsed back. "Oh fuck fuck fuck."

He could feel himself slipping away, remembered it from that night all those years ago when a bullet entered his chest. It had been a miracle then to survive. He knew not to count on them now.