UPDATE

UPDATE

Two hours passed as McKenna lay lifeless in his now sodden wet living room. His nose twitched with the strange smell pervaded his flaying nostrils. The condensation was now
pouring off the windows and collecting in large pools of mildew and microbe infested water, before spreading across the floor and turning the carpet in to a sodden mess.

The damp had penetrated McKenna’s socks and they were now hanging off his spindly legs hanging in a spongy mess about his ankles. The thin skin around his lower legs was red and puffy and lesions were forming on his shins.

To add to the soaking misery that had overcome the old man as he sat in his old hard armchair, McKenna has also wet himself, and the warm urine had overcome the defences of his already soiled and matted underwear, and was running down his legs to mingle with the already sodden socks creating a putrid mess about his sore aching feet.

Every so often a shadow would move from a corner of the room, as if a rat or mouse had suddenly scampered in to room and quickly turned to hide in a dark corner. However, these shadows were far larger than even the greatest Black or Brown Rat, and in deed no member of the Rattus Norvegicus family had ever reached such a size, even hanging around down in the sewer gorging on peaches and impersonating an ugly princess of the streets.

The shadow moved silently and without interruption. However there was not just one shadow but numerous dark shapes flitting around in every corner and recess of the damp stinking room. Soon the room was almost one continuous moving shadow encircling the prostate body slumped asleep on the chair.

McKenna suddenly twitched and opened his eyes.