Chapter 27 c Cannibals

The combination keypad was deactivated, so he just pushed it open, and inside, there was a mattress on the floor with sheets, pillows, and a blanket. There was a cardboard box that was half full of used clothing. He had a shelf that was lined with raggedy books. And that was all. No pictures. No paintings. No games. No puzzles. No life.

Derson guided Iggy to his bed and laid him down onto it. “Not to be gay… but I’m going to strip you, now,” Derson half-jokingly warned as he took the panels of Iggy’s shirt and tore it open along the front, then wrestled it off of him from the back. He reached into the cardboard box and pulled out another long sleeved shirt and got Iggy into it.