blood,drugs and suicide. (frerard)

It really paid off.

Gerard's (my) POV:
It really paid off. Using the already fallen snow to get water. I feel more hydrated, I also stole some money from and old couple walking In the sheer darkness. I was all set, apart from the food issues.
Feeling ready to go, but hungry I treaded through the slush that the falling snow was making beneath my feet. I trembled with cold within fear. I was desperate for my plan to turn out the way I need it too.

-------***hours later***---------
Ugh. I'm so fucking thirsty I could actually die right now on the spot. There is a dead pigeon. I have blades but nothing to cook it on. I used my blade the create a slit in the pigeon's stomach. It oozed with warm,dark,fleshy blood. It smelt like a rotting carcass. That what it was I guess...
It had flies filling it's open mouth within seconds of letting it bleed. I gauged out its eyeballs and left it out for the birds and insects to eat. I plucked all its feathers which taken me around 30 minuets which I thought was about right. I cut its head of and I saw every detail of the throat. It made me feel sick. In fact I physically vomited. Once I got everything done. I cut off its tail bone and left the bone on the wings. It probably tasted just like KFC just without the seasoning,the cheap chicken,the breadcrumbs and It wasn't even a chicken. I got that mouth watering thought out of my head.
Searching around for a bit I managed to find just what I was looking for. A branch... It was circular and long. Perfect for spit roasting. I bet the citizens of this place probably think I'm mental for casually roasting a pigeon I found off the ground in the middle of the night in the park but then again, they are probably asleep. For all they know I could just be drunk, or high or just generally mental anyway. So I left my thoughts to one side and focused on what I was doing for myself...For a change. I ended up finding some dry timber and sticks to use for my fire.

........seconds later........
It's up! My fire has succeeded!!
It's burning big and bright, just like I needed it too. I held the branch in my hand firmly and used my blade to carve a spear shaped edge on the tip of it. I impaled the dead bird. quick and gruesomely it slid on to the bare, splintering branch. More blood was dripping out of the stained left over feathers.
Drip,drip,drip it went. it sounded heavy when it dappled the ground. What would they think in the morning when they see an asleep hobo with the skeletal remains of a meaty wood pigeon and blood flowing widely across the ground.

Thinking sensibly I taken giagantic bites of the bird, cleaned up and chucked remaining substances in the park bin. I was full, watered and ready for the journey.