The meat tastes very bad. So bad that it’s all you can do to suppress the vomit from climbing up your esophagus.
Over the next one to three days, you’re not sure for how long, you experience frequent urges to defecate. Your dehydration escalates to severe cramps. Your stools are often mixed with blood and mucus and smell like that putrid puddle of water you almost drank. A fever overtakes your body one night while you lay beneath the stars.
“I couldn’t make it,” you think as your mind tries to hold onto its last coherent thoughts before your death by dysentery.
“Wasn’t someone…after me? And…where…was I going again?”
The Diarrhetic End.
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