Dull By Daybreak |Interactive Story|

Chapter 6

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"Hello?" She knocked her her neighbors door, the only home that showed actual signs of life, for miles, she presumed. She could hear footsteps from the other side of the door.

"Who's there?" They asked. "It's Esther. I was wondering if you could take Arlene for today. I'm exhausted." It sounded normal, something you would ask your friend or close neighbor to do for you.

"No— I saw those cars outside your house—"
"There was a... monster, in my home." She faked a voice of concern. "I want you to take care of Arlene until it's clean." She stated, the facade enough to make the neighbor open his door just a crack.

Huge mistake on his part. She gripped the handle and forced it open fully, making him stumble and step back, falling on his ass. He looked back and forth between Esther and Anselm.

The red headed man looked up at Esther, as if asking for permission. "I haven't liked you for a while, your dog nearly tore holes in my daughter's hand. It's a shame it died." She glanced to Anselm, and held up one finger.

"Once I've finished talking." He looked over to Anselm and shivered. The animalistic expression on his face was enough. He stood and ran for a window, attempting to break it open with his elbow.

Esther gave chase and grabbed his leg, lifting him up by the limb. "Now then, as I was saying," she grinned at him. "Your dog died, right?" She got really close to his face.

"At the time I felt bad for you. But I don't care much anymore, since you'll join her soon." She dropped him on the ground and nodded to Anselm, who lunged for him, mouth agape and fangs showing past his lips.

He sunk his teeth into dark flesh, tearing it in the process. Blood spilled down the man's arm, his eyes widening. His voice got caught in his throat as he let out a strangled scream.

"It was nice knowing you, but it seems you won't make it past 50." She tisked, turning around. "Tell me when you're done so I can have some."

She began walking around the house, staring at pictures and paintings. How she managed to have rich neighbors while she was almost poor was a mystery to her. Honestly, same girl.

She pushed a shelf to the floor, books and figurines falling off of it and breaking. Books fell opened on a random page.

She stepped over them and walked to the freezer, seeing if he had any frozen meat. Like steak or pork. Something to last until they find someone who was forced out of their house.

She heard a dragging noise behind her, along with heavy footsteps. She turned around to see a half eaten corpse and a bloody Anselm. He dropped the body in front of her and sat down on the hard wood floors.

She bent down and tore a finger off, sticking it in her mouth. Just a taste test. Such an awful man, he might taste sour or spoiled.

But she found him good enough and tugged at his arm, slowly but surely ripping it off. She took a bite out of the dark skin, droplets of blood getting smudged on her lips, making them a dark red.

She went for another, tearing up flesh and going around bone. Blood dribbled down her chin and dripped onto the floor.

She soon ignored the area she was eating, leaning down to take a large bite out of his shoulder, ripping off some bone with the flesh, blood, and muscle.

Blood leaked into the woman's mouth as she kept her teeth where they were. She looked over to Anselm to see him drooling, more like foaming at the mouth.

She pulled away, chewing up the bones. She parted her lips slightly and blood seeped out of her mouth. She swallowed and shoved it in his direction. "Would you like some more?"

He, surprisingly, didn't go for another bite. Esther smiled at him and tore off bits and pieces of her neighbor . "Could you find me a box to put this is?" She asked, wiping some blood off of her face.

"And a bag." She made an incision on his stomach, slipping her hand in and grabbing something. She traced her fingers over the organ, finally squeezing it and ripping it out.

She threw it to the side and shoved her hand back in, searching for something that was previously beating.