Eric woke up with the sun, slowly waking up as the light refused to leave him alone, worming its way past crusty eyelids. It wasn’t until he opened those eyes, that he realized he wasn’t at home, nor alone. If waking up next to a corpse can be considered “not alone”.
A dingy motel room met his gaze, grubby walls, threadbare sheets, and an underscent of urine. But all that failed to hold his attention, which remained fix on the body in the bed. Male, late 20’s, the kind of skinny muscled punk he usually fell for, he could see a few homemade tattoos on one shoulder. Pale in death, no obvious signs of violence or addiction to explain his lack of life.
Call the police, run, panic-in-place….Eric knew whatever he decided, a long day was in the making.