Infinity In Death's Eyes

Famine

I didn't see a cat like that until two years later.
I had moved, managed to get a job, and had gotten a better apartment. I was walking home from my job when a cat with no hair walked by. The little black collar was obvious that time but what was more obvious, its bones through its skin. The cat was so skinny I could see the joints in between the bone, it's cheek bones were high and its ears were almost bat like. I kept walking somehow knowing it would follow. When I got to my apartment I had walked in trying to seem inconspicuous as I held the door open for the cat. Again people had looked at me strangely but I continued on. When we finally got to my room I checked it's collar. Famine.
The dark sky outside my window was compelling me to fall asleep but I had not forgotten the first cat and what had happened. In a blink of an eye a midnight dark blurr shot across the edge of my vision. I whipped my head around so fast you would think it would snap. Famine let out a small cry and I looked toward him. I was groggy and tired and as I stood up the floor swayed. I fell onto my bed and had fallen even further into a void of darkness as soon as my head hit the pillow.
    When I awoke the sun was high and Famine still sat at my bedside. I had let out a huff of air and got up to get dressed. I checked the time and realised I was late for my shift at the local cafe. I raced to put on my work clothes as Famine woke up and stretched. I sprinted out the room racing to get to my job as Famine walked behind not bothering to keep up.
    I  burst through the doors of the small cafe. I smile at the girl behind the counter and put on my apron, ready to start taking orders. Out of the corner of my eye I saw famine walk in slowly taking a seat by the door. 
I started taking orders for the people that came in. Each person was taking more and more food. After a while the people who had already ordered food ordered again. some of the workers had even started eating. When we ran out of food it was around lunch time so the manager let us go.
As I walked down the streets I saw ordinary people clutching their stomachs in pain. I had never seen anything like it. It sent chills down my spine. Behind me Famine followed paying no attention to the people that were visibly starving. Throughout town all of the stores and restaurants were closed, all of the food had seemingly either been eaten or had gone bad. I got home and layed down on my bed. This happened last time too. These cats meant death and they follow me so what does that make me? Why do they keep choosing me? By the time it was dark outside I had fallen asleep.
I had no idea what that made me, but in the end it defines me.
The next morning I felt as though I had eaten a Thanksgiving feast with extra desert afterwards. I slowly sat up on my bed and went to the small window that overlooks part of town. Outside there was small masses scattering the ground that looked like garbage bags. I put on my shoes feeling more confused than I had been since Algebra four in ninth grade. I was about to leave when I heard a soft meow from the direction of my bed. I turned around and saw Famine sitting on my bed. I had quickly turned around giving into the delusion that if I ignore Famine he would go away. I closed the door behind me and walked down to the lobby of my apartment. No one was there, not even the nice homeless guy that sat by the door welcoming people. An unsettling feeling was starting to grow in my stomach like a weed. I walked out the door and the world seemed silent, not one car engine was running, not one bird was singing, not one bark from a dog, or the bell informing store clerks that a customer had arrived.
Silence.
Silence was the only thing that made it to my ears as I rounded the street corner and came onto the central road in this small town.
The mounds of what I thought was garbage were a little bit down the street, so to try to defeat the growing weariness in my stomach I went to investigate. I walked down the street and about halfway to the first mound a horrid smell filled my senses blocking any other thing to my mind. It was wretched and made me want to puke. I had to stop walking to regain my balance from the smell.  I fought off my senses that received this smell and against all of my instincts I continued on.
Mere steps away from the first mound the smell became stronger. I sucked in a breath and held it. A couple more steps and I was there.
At first glance it didn't seem like anything, but then I had taken a longer look at it and saw through the heavy black tarp that covered it, the shape of a body curled up on the ground. Before I could think I reached down and ripped the black tarp off the ground, and there it was beneath me, a rotting corpse with the person's last look of pain and hunger frozen on there face. I stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. The person wasn't even recognizable from the rot and grum from the street. I let go of my breath and started breathing gasps. I got up and sprinted back to the apartment building and ran to my room. I threw open the door and ran to my bed and buried my face into a pillow. Another small meow came from beside me and I turned to see Famine.
"What now! Why does it have to be me? Go bring this death and Famine and Plague on someone else!" I had screamed. Famine sat there looking at me like I had said nothing. Tears ran down my face like waterfalls as I let everything out on this cat who wouldn't even respond in any way. I fell back onto my bed face first crying my heart out because this was the first place that the world had given a crap about me. I cry until my body runs out of tears and then I just sit on my bed not wanting to move because the bodies down in the street scared me to much. I sat not paying attention to anything until the next day.
I woke up on my bed not knowing when I had fallen asleep. Famine is gone and I am all alone in this small town apartment.
All alone.