I began to crawl. I crawled and rolled and inched my way along; and I missed it the first time - the place I was looking for.
I circled the room twice before I found it, and there was hardly any of me then but it was enough. I crawled up over the pile of bottles, and went crashing down the other side.
And he was there of course.
Death was there.
And He smelled good.
JIM THOMPSON