Chapter 61: He Survived, But The World Still Rots
"Is that... is that a human ear?"
Mikel’s voice cracked in horror as he looked down at what he had just thrown up. It wasn’t even the bland chicken breast he was served earlier, but a large, chewed-up, almost unidentifiable lump of flesh.
"There’s no way this came out of me," he blurted, sickened at the thought of having harbored that inside him.
Amon quietly walked over to the glob of ectoplasm, spotting a human ear embedded within it. Squatting down, he tilted his head and examined it calmly.
Mikel glanced at him, waiting for a reaction. But what came next almost triggered his gag reflex.
Amon reached into the ectoplasm, rubbing the slime between his thumb and fingers. Then, without hesitation, he brought his hand to his nose for a sniff, and licked his fingertip to taste it.
"Ick—" Mikel recoiled in disgust, his face twisting. He stared at the man in disbelief.
Sniffing it was one thing, but tasting it?
If Amon threw up next, Mikel figured it wouldn’t just be stomach acid—it’d be powdered bone.
"It’s strange," Amon finally said, glancing between Mikel and Danika. "It seems the Type X planted a part of itself inside him."
Danika, still pale, managed to recompose herself. "Planted a part of itself in him?"