Scumville- Part 5
Macabre Monday/Fiction/Horror
The lights overhead flickered like unreliable disco balls, only illuminating small patches of the tunnel for brief moments. Trent and V avoided those spots, sticking close to the right hand wall of the passage, which was cold and slimy to the touch. They were four hundred yards from The Scrapyard proper when the fecund stench arrived in his nose, a heav…