The Devils Harvest: The End Of All Flesh. - Plot & Excerpts
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 11Splintered Trail My head ached like nothing I had ever experienced before. Yes, I had been drunk on numerous occasions (more than my fare share to be honest) but never for a couple of days straight. My body was now protesting loudly against the way I had been treating it. My liver was probably shrivelling up. I stumbled into the shower, letting the water play over my head and shoulders and down my aching body. It took a lot of effort to wash myself all over; my body was tender when I tried to overstretch. My stomach also grumbled from being so empty, twisting and turning, acid bubbling up into my throat, alcohol being its only content for the last few days. Twenty minutes later I was sat on my bed, with my head banging like a bass drum. I reached into my bedside draw and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. I had reached for it subconsciously. I looked at the small white bottle held in my shaking grasp, then in one movement I tossed them against the far wall.
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