Tales from a fly

Flies drink blood

I was flying around searching for a person so I could drink their blood. I was in a forest so it took me a while to fly into the city when I suddenly smelt blood from inside the forest. I got curious and so I decided to go check it out and to drink some of it.

Imagine my utter horror when I went there and saw the decomposing body of a dead girl. There were already some flies around the body along with ants and maggots already crawling on her and feeding off of her. I was horrified at the scene and at the flies and insects having their fill from a poor girl. 

Curiosity got the better of me and I went to get a closer look at the body. It looked like it had been there for a few days, now and I felt sorry for her. She looked to be in her late teenage years, though the decomposition made it hard to tell. 

I was flying around the body frantically, not knowing whether to stay there or to fly away when another fly approached me.

'Hey, I noticed you weren't really drinking anything. Why?'

This question caught me off guard and I stopped, dead in my tracks.

'What?' I asked.

'I asked why aren't you drinking anything. You're thirsty, right'?

'Well yeah, but I can't just drink from a dead body like that. It makes me feel guilty for fulfilling my own hunger like that,' I replied earnestly.

'What? You're an idiot if you actually think like this. You're acting as if you killed the girl; and why do you care so much about a random, dead girl, anyway?' Saying that, it flew away to drink some more blood.

It just made me confused on how someone could think like that so I went to another fly who was drinking the blood and asked him if it felt guilty doing so.

'No-no I don't feel guilty. Why would I feel guilt? It asked me, genuinely confused.

'You're drinking a murdered girl's blood. Don't you feel disgust?'

'I don't really think about things like that, and plus, nobody else cares, so why should we? It's not like by us not drinking the blood the girl is going to magically come back. She will stay dead regardless if we drink her blood or not.'

'It's not about her being dead or coming back to life!! IT'S ABOUT US FILLING OUR OWN BELLIES BY USING A DEAD, INNOCENT GIRL,' I yelled, angry.

'JUST BECAUSE YOU FEEL GUILTY DOESN'T MAKE YOU BETTER THAN US. YOU'RE NOT ANY BETTER THAN US JUST BECAUSE YOU "CARE" ABOUT THE GIRL! And plus, you're a fly too, you need to drink blood to live,' the other fly yelled back. 

'Well, I don't drink dead peoples' blood. I only suck blood from living people,' I replied, quite proudly.

The other fly scoffed, 'you're talking as if sucking blood from living humans is any better. You're still sucking it without their permission, and everyone hates flies, we can't exist without inconviencing or taking advantage of someone. You either suck it up and drink and her blood, or put your morals first and starve.'

After saying that, the other fly just flew away, leaving me with my thoughts:

'Were those flies correct? Should I just not think about it too much and suck it up and drink the blood? Or was I correct? Should we just stop drinking blood? Or are the both of us correct? Could we drink the blood as long as we feel guilty about it?'

I had all these questions, but no answers. I went and sat on the body. A part of me told me to fly away and to just forget about it, and another part told me to just drink the blood since no one seems to really care. I ultimately gave in and drank the blood.

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