Unsatisfied: A Garfield Story

Something's Missing

Garfield looked out into the desolate wasteland that was his home. It reminded him of how it was back them, before Jon took him home. He couldn't put it into words just yet but he didn't like it.

Skeletons littered the empty streets, there was nobody left. There was nobody making food either and Garfield didn't know how to cook either. He snapped one fateful night, he almost couldn't remember it, his first victim.

"It was that girl..." Garfield sighed.

Garfield walked down to that old restaurant from his kittenhood. The smell was long gone, everything was long gone. Why did he do it? Why did he snap?

He managed to find some food and slowly walked his way back home. If you can even call it home anymore. He opened the door and sighed.

"Jon, Odie, i'm home" he said.

But nobody was there. It's been years since the second incident. 

Garfield walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Odie's bones haphazardly thrown in the bathtub. He was the last one alive. In the corner of his eye he saw Jon's skeleton still slumped in the corner, long since abandoned cobwebs held him to the wall. Then, suddenly, Garfield understood.

"I'm all alone, just like back then" he sighed.

Garfield took out his gun and put the muzzle to his head. There was one last face that he didn't see distorted by the fear of death yet. One last face, and he was determined to see it.

"This is it Garf, one last time" he said.

He slowly pulled the trigger, the metal capsule shattering his brain. He fell too his knees, soon it'll all be over.

Garfield wept.