Red rum before redruM
Randall took another shot of the blood red stuff because something primitive in his drunken brain was pushing him to match the massive alcohol intake of his drinking buddy, Paul. The world was spinning, words no longer sounded like words, things didn’t make sense through the hazy filter of this strangely colored rum they were drinking like desert wanderers at a degenerate oasis.
The knife didn’t even feel like a knife as its jagged teeth slid into Randall’s back. The name on the bottle made sudden and terrifying sense though: redruM.
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