I think if she’s thrusting it, it would have to be maybe dried up or wrapped up in something?
As I drew closer, I saw tears on her cheeks. She thrust the object out at me. I looked down and recoiled. She held a deformed fetus, part human and part… something.
I like this bit of description. It’s spare but very active , if that makes sense.
She jumped, skittering sideways and slapped her free hand over the app, silencing it
I like the detail - it’s short but very thorough. I can visualize this scene well.
The smell rolling up out of the empty warehouse was one of a zoo gone bad. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but that was somehow worse. I settled for breathing as shallowly as I could and hoping I would be able to function. Or go nose-blind quickly. The first room was small – entry-way small, and empty of anything except building dust. I moved on into the room beyond. The stink grew, but there was no smell of blood or heat. The daylight from outside reached only a few feet, but I could tell that nothing had been here for a while. Dust hung in the air, drifting through drafts.
