Hert lay flat on the bed, with the window beside him wide open. The damp sea breeze carried a strange odor, reminiscent of the stench emitted by decaying bodies in a heap of dead fish.
With his eyes closed, Hert felt like he lay amidst a pile of corpses. He could sense countless flies and mosquitoes swarming above his head, and hordes of rats peering at him from the shadows, like vultures waiting for the moment he stops breathing so they could feast.
Sharp pain surged through his mind, and Hert furrowed his brows in agony. He felt as though his brain was covered in mold, slowly spreading, crawling inch by inch into his nostrils, and then growing out from his mouth and nose.
His eyes were veined with red, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead as if countless hands were clutching his body, making every movement feel exhausting.
