The First Steps: Volume I

Good Man

I was belching after eating my dinner.

However, I only looked at the business suit that laid on the table, the business card saying "Derek Teller. Parkside Engineer." And when I thought my belly had settled, something was caught in my teeth, and I pulled it out with my finger, it was a strand of hair. I barely notice the blood on it. I shrugged and ate it.

This had been my tenth victim now. Teacher, police officer, doctor, athlete, farmer, thief, hunter, journalist, and drifter, and it was in that order that I ate the victims. There had been the benefit of doing this. My dad always had the belief that whatever you eat, you will become like that.

And he was right about that: I taught and helped the homeless people with these skills: I taught them, I protected, I saved them, I became their supply runner, I grew food, I stole from the rich and gave them, I hunt for food, I raised awareness, and I'm always moving from a city to another. And now with the engineer, I can build something too.

I want to be a good man.