Abandoned

4

I was distant to the ones that were with me after that day. We were all going crazy each minute, second even; crazy of hunger. There was no sign of food after the first week; this left us helpless, weak and distant. We no longer talked after those two days. Quentin instantly began to twitch before us all, he was obviously used to being fed too much to know how it felt to starve. Lukas was next, and then I. Emory was slower than the rest of us to go mad. We were all falling deeper into this madness deeper and deeper. My foot twitched. My eye twitched. My stomach twitched. Everything twitched as if it was a reflex, as if twitching continuously was something normal.

My mind imagined every sort of food that had ever been in my mouth, that's juices have ever run down my throat and to my stomach. Foods that had instantly made me full, made me sick. Quentin cracked minutes before I would have. His pupils were completely dilated, his irises forming a demonic black color. Quentin had red where their should have been white, black when their should have been beautiful green. All his humanity and attractiveness was gone; it disappeared as if nothing had ever been there before. He leaped ungracefully onto the closest person; Emory. Something inside of me told me that Emory would never be able to save herself from this man's wrath. His hunger did not match her weakness. Lukas had the same idea that I did; to leap on Quentin. We slammed his body to the ground, not glancing at his work on Emory because we were both to horrified to see. I began punching his head whilst Lukas kicked him, blood spilled from each injury we gave him. Once he was knocked out in an unwilling sleep, we dragged him to a corner far away from Emory, who was crying in fear and pain. Quentin had take three large chunks of her body from her; they each rested inside his stomach that was now full of sin. I thought slower than my body moved and grabbed the spare jacket. I wrapped it around Emory's bleeding arm, having no hope to save her, but still trying the best I could.

Emory died minutes after she was eaten, leaving Lukas and I to mourn the small time we had together, to feel for her as her death was not what anyone would have wanted for her and to feel sorrowful at the small amount of things we knew of her. She may have had a sister, a brother even, or a husband. Someone that cared for her would not know how her death happened at all. I supposed that's what my death would be like, nobody from home knowing about how it happened. Now, I focused on us, the remainder. We needed food or everyone would have the same providence as Emory.