[center:2i1ewy4p]The overwhelming stench of death filled the passageway like a fog. It wasn't an unfamiliar smell by any means. In fact, it normally made Brin a bit nostalgic... but in this concentration, it was a bit much.
I shouldn't be here...
The place was well-hidden enough. Even her father kept it a secret from her. She had followed him there one night, curious as to where he obtained some of his more ...unique items for the shop. As it turned out, there was a junkyard of sorts where people dumped the things they deemed no longer useful. Failed experiments and the like, she figured. Presumably, a guy at the door would sell you a voucher, and you could go in and pick out something special. It may have been underhanded, but it seemed a lot more efficient than the official routes. Brin didn't get as close a look as she would have liked, but at the time, she fancied herself sly enough to sneak in.
I really shouldn't be here...
Ofcourse, common sense rarely donned on her until after the fact. The tunnel suddenly opened up into a dimly lit cavern, filled to the brim with mountains of flesh. Some of the fresher piles were still wriggling about, with actual zombies shambling around in the areas between. Most of them seemed rather pathetic, with a vacant, purposeless look in their eye. One or two, though, made Brin worry.
Wanting to get a closer look, but still trying to avoid any unwanted attention, Brin opted to perch behind a small stack of unidentifiable "pieces-parts". The few worrisome zombies stood with a little more resolve than the rest, their gazes unwavering. Surely they were there to keep an eye on the place when the proprietors were otherwise occupied. Who knows what the punishment for trespassing in a place like this would be. Pulling her hood tight around her head, the young woman darted off towards a more hospitable shadow. She wanted to go back the way she came, but after going to all the trouble, it seemed a shame not to return home with a little something...[/center:2i1ewy4p]
