The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 46

The front door slammed open, then slammed close. I jutted my eyes out at Naomi, while she nervously looked at me. Then I heard loud footsteps hit the floor in a synchronized motion. "I know someone's here. Come out and play!" I heard a scruffy male voice call out from the living room. Then the guy added, "It won't hurt becoming my next meal! I promise it'll only hurt until you die of blood loss!"

Naomi and I went crouched behind the counter in the middle of the room. This guy was insane. He had to be a Cannibal. Then the guy came into the kitchen. We looked at each other for a second. Then we heard loud footsteps on the floor. He hasn't seen us yet, and hopefully, it would stay that way. 

"Oh, I know someone who is going to get their head cut off!" He started to psychopathically sing in a trance. Then he started walking towards the counter. I haven't had a good look at him yet. We started moving a little more. Then he continued, "Any meat will do for me, yessiree!" Holy fuck. We need to get out now. He walked closer to the counter and was now right next to it. We moved to the other side where he wouldn't see us. I glanced behind me to see an old, grizzly man. He had grey hair, a neckbeard, and was holding a knife. I couldn't shoot him because I left the gun out in the living room. My guess is, that's how he figured out people were here.

He went to the other side of the counter. I didn't know what to do. If I should run to get the gun, or should Naomi? Either way, it seemed like a bad choice. If I ran she would be left vulnerable and would have to deal with him. If she ran, he could catch up to her and slice her jugular. "Oh no! Why won't my friends come out and play?! I just want to have FUN!" The guy sarcastically voiced then slammed a knife into the counter, with part of it stuck in the wood, while the rest protruded outward. That's it. I was going for the gun. I had no choice. I left it all out there because I thought we were alone. 

"Wait here," I whispered to Naomi. She shook her head. I got up in a sprint, then the old man followed suit. 

"Buddy! I was looking everywhere for you!" The guy maniacally screamed at me. I got to the table where I left the gun and my gear. The guy jumped on me like the crazed neanderthal he was and slammed me against the floor. He got on top of me and looked at me with his crazy, dead eyes. Something was weird about this guy. His eyes were literally blank and empty as he stared into my soul. He started choking me. "This is what you get for entering MY HOUSE!" The lunatic screeched at me. I reached for the machete that laid on the end of the table. Then he hit my head on the floor. Then whispered, "C'mon, give up! It's okay to give up! You don't have to keep trying!" I kept choking more and more as his rugged hands wrapped tighter around my neck. I gasped for air more and more by the second, taking in what I could. I kept reaching for the machete, but then, it was gone. Where'd it go? I didn't have time to question as I saw Naomi over him with it. The poor man must've been so drunken with rage that he didn't notice her take the machete. Then, she sliced the machete clean across his neck. Blood leaked out of his neck, staining his clothes. Then he fell over. I got up and took in as much air as possible, then got my breathing back to normal.

"What the fuck was that?" Naomi asked hysterically. 

"I-I don't know!" I replied. Thing was there was something different about this man. I didn't tell her what was off about him because I didn't want to worry her more. When the guy looked into my eyes while choking me, I could tell something was more off than a usual Cannibal... Something way different than I could ever imagine. The guy was so drunken with rage he didn't even notice Naomi at all. Almost like he locked onto me as his only target and disregarded Naomi. I don't know. I didn't care enough to worry about this right now. 

The next day, we left that house and continued on our way. More of the lovely neighborhood Beasts showed up that morning. We eventually hit the road and onto our next town or city, where ever that would be, I knew we would find our way. We would get lost, even with our map, but we would get back on track soon enough.