Goretober 2023

12. Candy Gore

Hungry. He was so hungry. For 6 days and night he'd been stranded here. Nothing but ocean for miles. He'd went through the food he brought with him by the second day. For days he'd tried to hunt or forage for food in this wasteland of an island but had found nothing. He had all but accepted his fate until he woke up on the 7th day. There on the shore, drenched and draped in rags was the first piece of food he'd seen in days. He rushed over to it without a second thought but then froze in place. The mans lifeless face stared back at him, eyes wide in a frozen terror. He couldn't do it. Not even now could he being himself to eat another person, dead or not. He sat beside the corpse and screamed. He screamed and screamed until his voice left him. It wasn't fair. The first piece of food he'd found in days and it was another person. Someone who'd loved and lost and lived. He began to curse to himself, to god, to the universe, to fate, to anyone who would listen. When that didn't work he just sat there. Why did it have to be a person? He'd have preferred a cow or a pig or a chicken. If he was talking ideally tho, he would kill for something sweet right now. He allowed his mind to wander. Imagining a person made of sweets washing up on the beach beside him. He'd waste no time in ripping it open. Tearing open the taffy flesh of it's stomach and peering inside. Before him lay a feast of candy. Long gummy intestines, marshmallow lungs, a jam donut heart. He couldn't stop himself, grabbing at his intestines and tearing out a chunk. It tasted incredible. So sweet and gooey with a sweet strawberry jam inside. He couldn't stop himself. He began ravenously devouring it's candy insides. Tearing chunks from it like a wild animal. Eventually he grew full and collapsed next to it. Staring up at the sky. It was only as he swallowed the last bite that he tasted the ghastly meaty flavour and realised what he had done.