Welcome to the Warehouse

Prologue: 1956

I laid there, gasping for breath as blood trickled down the side of my mouth. There was a searing pain in my abdomen and I tried to look down to see what had happened. Instead of my stomach, there was a huge hole where it had once been. I tried to remember what had happened, but nothing came. Suddenly, someone's boot stomped down by my head, snapping me out of my thoughts. The person crouched down besides me and stroked my cheek. A tear slipped down my face and the man caught it, wiping it away. 

"W-Will," I choked out. "Will, please. We've know each other for years. Don't do this."

"You should've thought about what you decided to do before you did what you did," Will growled. "You're a monster. What you did should get you killed, and I'm going to kill you. Cannibalism is an abomination and you've brought this punishment upon yourself. There's a huntin' party after you, and I'm going to be the one to bring in your head."

More tears ran down my face as Will spoke. He had been my closest friend, and now he was going to kill me for one little slip up on my good name. 

"Maybe they'll let you live if you run to a crazy house, and never look back on this town or county or state ever again," he went on, "if you repent and say you regret killin' and eatin' your family."

I glared at Will. He knew I hadn't liked my parents for years, and would've gladly murdered them if given the chance. And the chance had come. However, as I was burning my father's body, the smell made me want to... to... to TASTE  the slowly burning flesh. So I did. And it was the best thing I'd ever eaten. 

"I don't regret anything," I whispered, a small smile crossing my face. "I don't regret it."

Will spat down at me, and the saliva hit my cheek. I sneered and weakly raised an arm to wipe the spit away. Will stood and pinned my arm down with his foot, threatening to break it at any time. 

"You're not human anymore. As a matter of fact, I doubt you ever were human. You're just a monster. You always were and always will be," he growled. He leveled his gun with my forehead. I laid my head down on the ground, resigning myself to my fate. I heard the safety click and then a BANG as the gun fired. A searing pain tore through my head and then it was no more. 

Will relaxed his gun and slung it over his shoulder. He grabbed the girl's feet and began to drag his former friend out of the abandoned factory, into the woods nearby. He paused at his truck to grab a shovel and then continued on his way. 

He buried her in the woods and made sure no one would find her. The only thing to mark this lonely grave was a fresh patch of dirt and a trail of blood that would soon be washed away by rain, like the memory of the girl who had been buried in the shallow hole. Once he had finished, Will gave the grave one last look before trotting back to his truck. He had news to give to the sheriff.