Taber Leveret

The small patrol was very appetizing, especially with a side of West Port Guards. Though it was very frustrating for me trying to find my way back to the Dark District from whatever part of the city I was under, I could smell some very new and foreign smells that seemed absolutely delicious.

I left my ‘leftovers’ flopping about in the main tunnel I had been wandering in and I ventured into an auxiliary tunnel where a very stagnant mix of smells filled the air.

I followed the scent down the tunnel until I had come to a series of grates. I peered up through them one-by-one until I had come to what appeared to be a large kitchen. Inside the kitchen were several thin cooks who were scrambling about trying to prepare food.

None of them looked at all tasty. They smelled like the common rats that infested the dark districts, which I have had my fair share of. I fear that my pallet has become slightly pickier, that is as long as I eat before I fall into my frenzied state. Those Jerican were delicious; each one of them in fine physical shape, offering a much tougher, juicier meat than any of those sticks in the dark District.

As I was contemplating the taste of the cooks, a very fat man entered the room and began barking, with a very piercing voice, various things that he did not approve of. My eyes became fixed on the man, for I have never seen such a large and flabby person. I had tasted several obese individuals, but this man seemed… scrumptious.

-Inside the kitchen-

“Hurry up there Miss Turnhole, that sort of work may have been acceptable in that orphanage, but it won’t cut chicken crap here. Mr. Tucker, what are you doing with that bird, it needs to have been done a half-hour ago. Does no one understand that the Delegates are already beginning to arrive? Am I the only capable individual here? Oh, Faunce, let me see how that pudding tastes.”

(Little bit' short and sloppy, but I have to film a zombie movie)