Felix+Worner

__**Term One, Piece One

Diary entry about a night spent in the trenches in WWI**__

He lay there, motionless. A puddle of blood surrounded him. His eyes were wide open but I knew he was gone. The two foot long at scampered up to him, sniffed around and then started gnawing face, tearing meat from his skull. It was disgusting, his flesh was being ripped away so easily. Another ravenous rat appeared and started tearing his skin from his arm. Muscles were exposed and soon I could see the bones in his arm. I wanted to shoot them but I didn’t want to give away my position, so I just sat there, watching bloodthirsty rodents devouring my brother.