Fragments Chapter 4 Page 21

Jesus I feel dry as a bone, I need to drink more water.

He re-covers his face, pulls the hood back up and pokes his head out through the broken door panel. Looking left and right as if checking for traffic he can see that the street is empty but still pauses to sniff the air: There is a dead animal around here somewhere. Probably lots of them actually. The air is thick with the scent. It’s not sharp enough to make you sick but it’s definitely there. Different from the smell of a dead human. Sweeter and kinda warm. Must be something about the different type of meat.

He stops for a moment: Should I use the word flesh instead of meat when talking about people? Is it more personal? Maybe that was part of my problem before.