Cannibal

Cannibal-Chapter 3

Chapter 3

      I hung in back of him; didn’t want to expose my rear. Plus, I had no idea where I was going. I could follow by scents, but I didn’t want to freak the kid out. He was bustling, moving fast, but always checking behind him. He shuffled along, breathing hard, like he was in deep thought. He stopped and they slowly turned around. I stopped instantly, staring him down. “What?” I asked.

      “I need to know your name. Tell me your name.”

“Why?”

“Just say it.”

“Amina. Are we close?” we had to be. The smell of sickness was present in the air. I looked past him, only to see nothing. He turned back around and kept walking. He then stopped and bent down, lifting a piece of ground from the floor.

“She’s here. Jump down.” He scooted to the side, a solid piece of rock in his hand. It felt wrong to turn my back to him, but I walked forward, and then jumped down. It was dark, the air having a musty feel to it. There was the sound of dripping water, and labored breathing. I felt him drop down behind me, he breathing down my neck.

      He just smelled so delicious. The space around him seemed to draw me in. It made my mouth water, my mind fuzzy. I wasn’t sure it was because of him being a meal, or something else. I shook my head as if a way to clear my thoughts. It didn’t work. He was in front again, now just looking straight ahead. “She’s in there. Don’t frighten her; she’s very fragile.”

      I pushed past him, accidentally nudging him because he didn’t follow me. I walked up to the bed that was against the wall. The white sheets were yellowing, probably because they were getting old, while the metal bed frame was shiny. I glanced down, shocked about how old his mother looked. There appeared to be hundreds of wrinkles on her heart shaped face. Her hair was blonde, graying at the roots. Her breath was like poison, it sucking me in and wanting me to die. She then opened her eyes, blue staring into my gray. “Hello dearie,” she said grittily, “may I ask you why you are here?”

      I wasn’t expecting a stare let alone a question. My mouth was completely frozen when I lifted my head from her bedside. I tried to jumble words together to not sound like a complete ass, but my mind wasn’t up to speed. Maybe it was because I haven’t eaten in two days.

      “She’s come to help you mom.” The nerd said walking towards her bed. “She has a first aid kit and everything.”

      “Honey, how can she help me when she can’t form a sentence on her own? She may have stuff to help scraps and scratches but Eric, I have to go. God is waiting for me.”

      “But mom-“

      “No sweetheart, you have to let me go.”

Ok, this was not somewhere I should be. I’ve had to say this to my mom already, and then I wanted to be the hell alone. Death was something I had to deal with. Something that everyone had to deal with. I got up and started to walk away, all my stuff in my hands. I held my breath before I had the chance to smell something dead. If I did, I know I would lose what little control I had now.

      “Don’t go. Please.” The nerd, well, Eric whispered.

      “I can’t help, so what’s the point of me standing here?” I asked.

      “Don’t leave. I beg you. Stay.”

That was when I decided to give up. My pity overruled my sense despite how dangerous it could be for both of them. I walked back to the bed, and got on my knees. Even legs crossed, Eric was still bigger than me.  I leaned on the bed, covering my nose. I looked over to see the sheets weren’t moving anymore. Eric’s mom wasn’t breathing anymore.

      It was silent for a few minutes, except for me breathing through my mouth. I kept stealing glances at Eric, wondering what I could say to make him feel better. He had his head down glasses off, but he wasn’t crying. Odd, I thought he would. I still wanted to help. I forced myself to speak.

      “So, Eric huh? Wasn’t a name I thought you would have. It seemed like it would be like way gayer like Edward, or Tom. No offense by the way. I mean I have no room to talk but”- His responding glance was so hard I shut up. This constant weakling side of me was annoying the crap out of him. If I was being talked too like this if my mom just died, I would probably kill that person. I didn’t really think he had it in him. But it wasn’t really my job to comfort someone I didn’t know. Screw it, I thought and got up. His eyes followed me, as I walked across the room. “Do you have anything to eat? I haven’t eaten in two days, and the least you can do is to give me some food for coming.”

He kept staring at me. “Well?” I asked.

“I was going hunting for some food when I found you sleeping.” Eric said. He got up from the bedside, and started to walk towards me. “Come on.”

I followed him dumbfounded, not knowing how to get out of this place. The walls were very rocky; meanwhile the floor was solid concrete.  It also had a table with two chairs, and a futon. It was pretty stable and safe place, considering outside. But the smell in here was beyond distinctive, it was sensational. My body yearned for the fresh smell of something living, and it was all around here. I had to force my feet in front of me to keep moving. Eric was constantly weaving in and out between pillars and doors. It was much easier to follow his breathing and smell then seeing him in the complete darkness.

There was then a staircase from what I could see because light was shining on it. “This is the way out.” Eric said stopping to the side of it.

“You’re not coming?” I liked, well sort of, wanted him around. I mean, he just lost someone; I had been alone so why not team up? It seemed like a logical reason. Except for the fact that if you ever got too hungry you could and would easily kill him the monster in me added. But I wouldn’t ever let it get to that point. I’ve already had to walk away from a fresh meal just for the sake of his feelings. Stupid ass.

“I’ll be up in a second.” He looked away for a moment, staring into his own little shelter.

I walked up the stairs my body tensed just in case of an attack. I bullet wouldn’t kill me, but it could slow me down. I crept up the stairs the sun already blinding me with its endless rays. I kicked up dust waiting for him, annoyed, well scared, that he would not come up with me. After a few minutes, I got anxious. “Eric?” I called into the darkness.

“I’m coming right up. Help me with this.”

I carefully went down the stairs to see Eric, his glasses crooked and scratched. He was carrying a blanket wrapped body, in his arms. Behind him was a foldable chair, and his gun.

He vulnerable now, the monster inside of me crooned. You could have him and the mother together, fresh. I felt a shiver down my spine, my control slowly slipping. I held my breath and closed my eyes. Get it together, Get it together… I repeated endlessly in my head gradually starting to believe it. I was amazed he didn’t notice anything when I opened up my eyes. I walked down to pick up the chair, me still holding my breath. I crouched down to take the gun, ignoring the voices in my head.

“Come on,” he said starting to walk down the dirt path. “You coming or not?”

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Well, you finally learn his name, unless u checked in the description...anways, tell me what u think!