TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! Heavy gore, people eating people, heavy description of weapons. This is the first time I'm making something like this so it might be ass. Let me know what you think of it. THIS IS A GIFT/REQUEST FOR A FRIEND! Words: 693
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I feel my hunger clawing at my insides.. scraping at my stomach and ripping up into my ribs. The stiff, humid air trapping my skin tightly against my worn clothes. Sweat and waves of nauseous pain building up inside me, waiting to burst. I quickly and persistently search the convenience store shelves, being careful as to not make much noise or grab anything that may be out of date or rotting. My eyes sprint back and forth from the entrance of the store to my cracked watch; the dreary atmosphere causing the hair on my arms to stand.
Shoving the last of the rations and medical supplies in my bag before carefully darting out the shattered glass door. The sun beginning to set into the background and trees, shade casting down every alleyway and road without a fire set to light the way. I continue to run, my feet hitting the ground harshly with each step before stuttering at the sound of crunching and groaning. I peer into a dark trashy alleyway, sliding my spiked baseball bat from my sling as I move closer to the sound; two mangled looking figures beginning to appear in my line of sight.. With a quick trash to the skull of the walker, the body leans and falls over, leaving the seemingly freshly dead person in my line of sight.
groawwlll~ I feel my stomach protest, empty and feeling the need to be satiated soon. We don't have a ton of rations left- that store barely had almost anything in it other than canned foods and loose dirty bandages. I'm starving- I know I shouldn't be but I've been storing my own food portions for the others.. The body is warm, warmer than the infected that roams the area like a plague. I shouldn't, that would be immoral.. My head conflicted while my stomach has already made up its mind.. I feel myself draw a blade from my side pocket, the sharp but smooth metal threatening to slice my skin as I thoughtfully run a finger against the dull end. It wont be that bad- just a small taste... My equipped hand finds its way down to the body, the sharp end of the blade sliding into and then under the flesh before a piece comes clean off.
A pit begins to form in my stomach, the guilt and hunger making it almost impossible to think straight. Stabbing the slice with the pocket knife like a fork, I slowly bring it up to my lips, my mouth watering as I take the time to really think about this choice. What if the others find out? What if I like it too much? What if throw up? With a final exhale I open my mouth and bite into the meat, feeling the flavors melt against my tongue all at once. The metallic and salty taste mixing into the piece, making it taste almost like a piece of unseasoned chicken with the texture of uncooked fish. It's- nice almost. Taking another bite, feeling everything become utter bliss as my stomach begins to soothe its constant strikes of pain and agony, only a bitter feeling of regret blooming in it's wake.
I think I may have just found the next step to getting rations...
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"I'm back!" I shout, tossing the backpack of supplies and food off to the side of the bar. Watching as David and Lucas round the corner from most likely talking with Podrick. "Finally! I was about to STARVE!" The ginger claims, his tone clearly exaggerating how hungry he actually was. "Welcome back." Lucas' voice rings out from behind the rainbow armed edsherran. "How much did you manage to get?" "Not a lot honestly, maybe enough for about three weeks for two people, the stores near here are all wiped of anything useful." I hear the black haired boy sigh in response, apparently that was not what he had hoped to hear. "Whatever, I'll go let Micheal know you're back and that I'll be starting 'dinner' in a few." I send him a thumbs up before settling onto the shaggy couch, tired from my fulfilling meal...
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