Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Piggy

Tw: gore, animal death, blood

Eddie POV

Pigs are basically the animal version of humans right? Doctors use pig parts for people parts, like valves? Fuck I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing, all I know is I'm not a murderer and I don't plan on changing that tonight.

On two wheels I whipped down a dirt road, so far out in the woods surrounding town that it would be uber-suspicious if anyone saw me. The corner store guy surely wouldn't miss one pig right?

The gate to the back of the farmers field abruptly came in to view while I hit the brakes.

"Ummm oh shit where do I park?" Huffing aloud and letting my hands grip my hair at the scalp. Frustrated groans escape me when I release the strands and bang my forehead on the steering wheel. Not to hard, but hard enough to knock some sense into my fevered brain.

Logically the best answer would be to drive back to that little offshoot in the road, park just off to the side of it. But that would mean walking past someone's house. The next choice would be to drive up the road alittle further, but that could result in the farmer turned corner store clerk seeing my headlights and chasing me off with a shot gun.

Though instead I go with my initial knee jerk reaction to throw the van in park and leap over the gate without so much as a second thought. The incessant beeping from the keys left in the ignition spurred me to go faster. I hadn't shut the van off. I hadn't turned on the hazards or even turned off the headlights. I left it haphazardly crooked in the middle of the tiny road.

My legs carried me as fast as they could, I hopped over shit piles as gracefully as possible. Only flailing my arms slightly when I felt the squelch of pig shit under my foot in front of a small shack type shed.

"God DAMNIT!" I whisper shouted, immediately quietening when I heard the familiar noise of a gruff snort.

They must be just on the opposite side of the shed, there was no door that I could see on my side.

"Shewww" breathing heavily and shaking out my limbs, cracking my knuckles and unsheathing my pocket knife, "just like in Carrie."

I crept around the corner, low to the ground and spotted one huge pig. The wall of the shed on this side was completely open, and I could tell this one was here alone. Pausing for a moment in attempt to decipher the sex of the pig, there's no way I'd go after a female... her poor piggies would be left all alone.

Luckily I determined this meat sack was male, my tongue wet my top lip as I tried to form a plan. But really, who needs a plan to off a pig right? It can't be that hard. So I'll just like hop on it I guess.

I dust off my hands, flipping the blade of the pocket knife open. Practically crawling toward the massive hog, trying my best not to startle him until I had to.

"Okay. Ready?" I ask no one but myself, "mhm. Ready."

I pounced, flying forward with an accidental grunt from the force of my movement. The hog belted out a low warning sound, though it was to late for him, and for me. For such a fat fuck this thing was quick. The moment he caught sight of me he rushed me, knocking me flat on my ass.

"Ow! God!" His full weight stomped on my stomach with his two front hooves, the pain blacked my vision and I swung wildly with my hands. An ear piercing scream erupted from the beast when the blade plunged into his neck, I jerked the knife down his throat, opening the wound further in an attempt to stop the squealing.

The blood poured in bucket fulls onto me, the carcass had me pinned to the ground. All I could do was shift myself slightly to angle my mouth under the faucet of red. It was wonderful, my theory was correct. The blood was the perfect consistency, warm and succulent, domesticated. Unlike the gamey thinner blood from the scrawny rabbits and lanky deer I'd been feeding from.