The same nightmare,the same blood curdling scream as flesh was torn from bone.
The same room,the same time.
Why was this bothering me so much?
I guess it's because I remember something similar happening to me.
My name is Anna,that's all I can tell you.
You can't find us or all of our hard work would be for nothing.
My father is a professional butcher of some sorts.
He works for our community,or he did before that day,the day we lost the lives we had come to know.
There were twelve of us,thirteen if you count Rachel's unborn child.
Unlucky thirteen,maybe that's the cause of our downfall,bad luck.
My dad would go hunting with the men of our tribe,while us women would lounge about prepping side dishes.
I'm going to let you in on something,
I've never told another soul this but we aren't evil.
We're good people,with bad resources,the plant life isn't very abundant and we had to take drastic measures to survive.
If we didn't do the hunt,who would live to please God?
That day it was a man in a suit,he shouted insults left and right.
He started cursing getting out a "fucking cannibals!" Before father punished him.
His vocal cords are torn out so that he may never speak an ill phrase again.
They cut and prepare the meal,the smell of burning flesh invaded our noses telling us dinner would be soon.
After we ate our fill,footsteps were heard in the distance.
"So this is the cult eating people,you guys are sick!"sneered a woman.
"Time to pay!"sneered another.
Gunshots rang out,they carried Rachel off to have her baby elsewhere I assume.
Now it's just father and I,the rest of them perished.
We escaped with minor cuts and abrasions but nothing too serious.
Well it's time to go father is calling me to help get the bullets out of his back.
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Fucking cannibals
HorrorA young girl and her father survive in a way viewed as being wrong,it's the only thing Anna knows and she'll defend it to her death.
