It’s his second time coming to the warehouse of bodies, and yet, it still feels like his first. It’s quite unnerving seeing a huge number of people just standing there, doing nothing - and that’s discounting the fact that they are naked. Nevertheless, if Timothy is going to stay in this caravan, he might as well get used to it.
Timothy walked among the rows of soulless bodies and inspected a few of them. All the bodies are arranged in groups depending on shared qualities between them. There’s one row where all of them are male with bushy pubic hair, and another where they look like Russian men with shaved heads. Then there’s one group that piqued not only Timothy’s interest but his groin as well. It’s a group of men that are not too muscular, just a healthy heaping of it. Where the rest of the bodies are looking with stale faces, this group of copper-haired men is smiling slightly. Their brightly colored shone in the light like glowing marbles in this grey decrepit room. As Timothy walked closer, he could not help but notice the solid briny smell coming from them. It’s so bad that it’s so good. The closer Timothy got, the more he wanted to smell them, taste them and there’s this closer to desire to become them. Well, he could but there’s this tugging curiosity to search the warehouse for more.