Carrot Mob

I saunter back to the guarded doorway, the carrot clenched tightly in my fist. Peeking ahead, I noticed the guard was gone.

Shouts arise from behind me. I turn.

A mob of orange-tinted customers is shuffling towards me with blank expressions. In the same instant, the carrot bites my hand. I scream and fling it towards the floor.

The mob picks up its pace.

My brain is tingling.

A sharp pain in my gut.

In my last moments of consciousness, I smell something. What is it?

1. Carrots
2. Rotting meat
3. Amanda's perfume
4. A strangely familiar scent...
5. Blood

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