2nd Chance

Chapter 4- Assisted suicide I.

I finally reach the staircase, I take a step up too find the steps are as creaky as my bones. "Creak, creak, creak." I reached the top, opened the door and found that behind it was a soldier, a familiar face, it was Jordan, from my group along with what I assume is his cronies. One of them wore a broken pair of goggles and a torn tunic, while the other wore a well-nigh new looking suit complete with a panama hat quite tightly atop his head. Jordan on the other hand, he's let his beard grow shaggy and I'm kinda sure he had some meat in it of which I could not determine the source, however a maggot did seem too like it so I honestly don't see a problem. At first I managed too evade there sight via. A box too the side of the door that I could easily hide behind and eves drop for a minute or two.

"No Johnathan, for the last time we won't do it, it's a complete waste of dynamite anyway." Jordan exclaimed which gained the response of the guy with the broken goggles.
"So what Jordan at least all those resources will stopped being drained by those already suicidal and help them by killing them!"
A deep sigh came from the final man, as he fasten he hat tighter, surprisingly it was quite possible.
"You can't use all that dynamite then complain about resource management, which last I checked I was in charge of. humph!"
This didn't go down well with goggles.
"Well my, mister bespoke! How much material do you use too fix up that suit of yours!"
This didn't go down well with tight hat.
"Oh okay! You want too play this game huh! According to my records, YOU have the most red in the ledger! By your logic you, should be killed!"
I saw a discernible look in Jordan's eye.
"Guys..."
They both ignored him, this is especially apparent by glasses Magee's retort.
"Right, that does it I hate you guys, I'm going."
Jordan spoke,"going? Going where?"
And finally four eyes recognised his existence,"Anywhere that's not here and I'm taking the dynamite!"
This was the final utterance of goggle face before he left through the door on the opposite end of me.
"Oh great look what you did Nathan! You scared our demolition expert away!"
"Oh I'm sorry but I forgot that friends are important! Oh wait they're not! I only care about profit and if you can't respect that then good day sir."
He packed up a suitcase and somehow fastened his hat of even tighter, then left through the opposing door. That left just Jordan in the room, it's my time to shine, I walk out from behind my box, alerting Jordan too my presence at first he was hostile but shortly figured out It was me, that we know or well, knew each other.

"Oh god the apocalypse has really done a number on you hasn't it ha ha heh, if you can understand me I just want you too end my life after you got trapped and Keith ran off, and Martha sacrificed herself to get you out I ran away like a pussy. So yeah I deserve too die like Keith deserves too die, and Martha deserves too be alive a million times over. She died saving you and you died anyway."
He was trying too hold it in but I could see he wanted too cry.
"So do it, kill me, strike me down where I stand, send me too the death realm! I fucking ready bitch! I'm gonna kill Death! Biiiiitch!"
It was then I decided to kill him, I pounced at his stomach pushing him too the ground.
"Fuck life! Fuck death! Fuck existence! Fuck fuck!" He yelped as I tore open his chest and pulled his still beating heart from his rip cage and chowed down on it like it was an apple, but it tastes so much better. I gnawed  at his one of his lungs and then tore my way through his arm, too the bone. It seems only the other day I was talking about settling down with him in a little cabin, we'd watch the birds chirp and hear the owls hoot and curl up on a sofa too watch a crappy film then retreat too the bedroom. I continued from eating his arm too munch out his stomach. Then when e wake up we'd go hunting together, a squirrel would leap in front of us and I'd jump out of the way, and he'd catch me so I wouldn't fall he heh. Oh well as soon as we parted ways, so did our fates. I suppose we deserved too be parted, no one can love me now I'm a monster. I ripped his trousers off so I could consume his legs then finish him off, so he doesn't become a monstrosity like me. I have to eat him all before he reanimates, I remember in my training days they told me the only way too kill someone like us, is that you have too blow them to smithereens, titchy bullets won't do. Boss said that all that holds them together is flesh, the tendons need too be destroyed.

That's it, he's gone, in hell, where I should be. A tear formed in the niche of my eye that grew, but then retreated back into my ducts, that was the most moisture my body has had in I don't know how long, with the omission of the blood from the corpses I ate.