Chapter 40
December, 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
GITA
Tears streamed down Gita's cheeks as she watched Needa use the flat edge of her obsidian blade to scrape the maggots out of Mikhail's chest wound. She had been both fascinated, and disgusted, when her aunt had carefully bathed the tiny larvae in a bath of cold beer and then placed them into Mikhail's wound, explaining the maggots would eat the dead, blackened tissue which made his chest smell like a rotting corpse and leave behind only the pink, uninfected flesh; but each time Needa's little 'friends' began to eat, they all instantly died!
Needa placed the tiny, white carcasses into a bowl.
"I have no choice but to scrape this tissue out by hand," Needa said. "If we leave it, the dead shall infect the living."
Gita nodded, h
