It was hot, damp and stank of decaying meat.

He could smell them - the rich, rotted smell of decaying meat.

It was the sweet, sickening scent of decaying meat.

It was, in fact, a rather unpleasant smell, a combination of rotting vegetation and decaying meat.

Under the window, pans of green, decaying meat covered the top of a card table.

A bone, to which decaying meat still clung.

In the windowless structure the smell of decaying meat was overpowering.

He was all in blue-a sickening blue of decaying meat.

As the common name implies, their larvae typically feed on decaying meat.

If we didn't all turn into disgusting lumps of decaying meat, men would be even more arrogant than they are.