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The small, short guy named Bob Bannering looked down into his exposed intestines and other internal organs. He was growing weaker now, fading fast. The tall, muscular man that had stabbed, shot, beat, and sliced him was nowhere to be seen. “Why did that man attack me?” He thought. He didn’t have enough strength to speak. Time passed ever so slowly for the dying individual, until finally, he perished.
It was hours before anyone discovered his body, and by then it had already started to rot under the intense summer heat. It stank horribly, and vultures had been pecking at his eyeballs for at least half an hour. Strands of his brain and facial tissue were hanging from the empty eye sockets.
Two small gnomes had discovered the mutilated corpse. One of them consumed some of Bob’s brain and stomach lining, and proceeded to wash it down with intestinal fluids. When he saw hundreds of small roaches emerging from Bob’s ears, he ran away in terror and disgust. The larger gnome stood there stupidly, until a shadow fell over the entrance to the small grotto.
The gnome slowly turned around, and terror struck through his heart and fear showed in his eyes as a large, muscular man came toward him. The man was holding a small, shiny object, but the gnome could not make out what it was. He couldn’t think straight.
The man came closer, and suddenly the gnome became became more alert than he had ever been before. The identity of the object in the man’s hand became clear. It was a large, lockblade knife! The man tried to jab the knife right into his heart, but the gnome jumped back instantly. He hit his head hard on an outcropping of rock. Everything became blurry, and he managed to drag himself under a small opening into a larger cave before he passed out.
When he awakened, he looked around and saw that there was no way out of the area that he was in. The opening that he had crawled through had been cemented over. The only opening to the outside was up. A bright stream of light shone through the rectangular opening, making the gnome squint his eyes. The rock walls were jagged enough to climb up. Victory! He cried.
The gnome began his slow ascent up the steep granite walls. When he was almost a quarter of the way up, his foot slipped and he fell to the ground, breaking his left arm both legs. There was no way that he could climb out with only one arm. He knew that he would probably have a horrible death, just like Bob Bannering.
Weeks passed, and the gnome grew hungrier and hungrier. Eventually, he had no choice but to start eating his legs. It was incredibly painful, but he knew that it was the only way to stay alive.
When both of his arms and legs had been eaten, the increased nutriton made him think better. He knew how he would escape! He chewed his way up the cave wall all the way through the opening at the top. When he propped himself up by a tree outside, and he smelled the humid air. He could still sense the stench of rotting flesh in the hot air. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came and rolled the gnome back through the opening. He screamed loudly as he fell to the hard, cold bottom below. His head split as he collided with the bottom. A mess of pinkish goo rolled out of his skull, and his life was over.
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