The handle on the door shook slightly as Flint walked into the room next, the smell hit the two patrons like a wave. It smelt meaty, like rotting flesh. As he walked in, he moved towards a seat, his coat seemed to shift and ripple as if alive, the insects within moving around.
A cockroach fell out of his pants leg and began to scuttle around the room. A fly buzzed from out his collar and began to fly across the wall and along the ceiling. Flint coughed grossly into his hand and wiped the mass of bile and blood onto the seat beside him.
"So what's this all about then" Flint asked, his voice was raspy and gritty, his pale face looked towards Marcus and Jamie. He looked like a plague victim and sounded like one, it was surprising he could even function.