Jeb was a four hundred pound truck driver, the tallest of all his brothers and outweighing them to boot. He’d been a truck driver for over thirty years now, never married with several unknown children scattered about the continental United States. Jeb got his lovin from the lot lizards inside his big rig behind the Hardee’s more often than not, most were happy to get a sausage biscuit and a fifty dollar bill, always charging more for Jeb’s big ass. He didn’t necessarily make up for it down below either. He had stopped his truck right off the 101 for just that, a bit of a romp in his extended cab that he could barely move around in as it was. He opened that door, mistaking the raggedy hooker as a live one, it was his one and final mistake because the woman turned around as soon as that cab door opened and tore into his fat thigh almost immediately. He’d kicked her off of him and managed to drive blindly, making it to the island after stashing the tractor trailer on the other side of the bridge. He died on the road, stirring only when a helicopter had flown over head and drew his attention. He shambled aimlessly in the direction it had went, at night as if it mattered, he slipped into a bog of mud and with his weight deeply entrenched his entire calf, up to his knee. He went forward into the edges od the small pond, snapping that leg but it managed to remain intact by muscle and cartilage. There he lay for days, already bloated by dead gases, he bloated further in the ground water. Thrashing wildly when sounds of anyone came near, unable to get up, stuck and would lay there for the unforeseeable future. Is this ground water? Do people drink this?

A couple of  Weeks have gone by, Jeb’s skin has started to separate from bone leaving it saggy. Water begins to penetrate most of his decaying body, his proteosome ruptures and begins to oxidize which creates gases. As the gasses collect and the water washes away the more dense byproducts, his body becomes bloated and less dense. He is floating on top of the water save for his leg which is stuck to the knee in mud.  

He only stirs when there is movement nearby, people began to make camp and come to the water to collect it for drinking only they find Jeb and many have run. Some have poked sticks at him, realizing that he cannot move. A girl has come to the shore and tried to feed Jeb a Baby Ruth, the candy bar splashes to the water and floats away, ignored but she was not. He frantically tried to get at her but she grew bored and hurried off. 

A boy has come to the water’s edge, too close and it was a narrow miss, the fog upon the water in the early morning and late evening could be to Jeb’s advantage but alas, the boy has escaped. Jeb settles once again, lying in wait but did not wait long for a couple moved to the water’s edge and he desperately tried to get at them. It looked as if they might try to help Jeb out of his predicament but abandoned their mission when Jeb proved to be too much of a risk. Several other people came to view him, none attempted to do more than throw rocks at his rotting flesh, which landed and thumped against his sagging skin.

Another day has passed, Jeb stirs again at the sound of voices, a dog barking and heated conversation. He scrambles about, desperately swiping for his would be prey and today, Jeb is rewarded. A small body is thrown toward him and he pounces upon it happily, tearing fur and flesh, crunching through bone and muddying the water with crimson and mud from his feast. Fattened even more by his meal Jeb once more goes inert once the carcass is picked clean and washed up on the bank. Waiting…