to the head. Merle was full on screaming as Charlie’s brain matter cascaded down his face.
“ You fucked up my supper Fred,” I yelled.
“ What are you?” Fred yelled, placing two more shots into the landing wall I had already vacated making the turn so that I could eat in peace.
“ Ch-Ch-Charlie’s dead,” Merle said the gun in his hand completely forgotten as he slipped into shock.
“ And so are you,” I told him as I ripped his mouth off. His dry and cracked lips tasted a lot like beef jerky. Merle was still screaming but it was muted with the blood from his lipless face running into the back of his throat. I wanted him to stay alive as long as possible, living meat tasted so much better.
“ Tastes like chicken wings,” I told Merle as I stripped the meager meat from his fingers. Merle passed out. Too bad I was going to miss his dinner conversation. I laughed as I bit through the base of his thumb. “Damn, it even looks like a drum stick,” I said holding it up to the moonlight spilling through the stained glass window.
Anna was a few feet away from me, watching the entire event. “Want some?” I asked, holding up a fat big toe. Merle had some abnormally large toes. The fungus under the toe nails added a tanginess I found pleasing. Anna waved her hands back and forth.
“ How could you?” she asked.
I began to rip large strands of skin from Merle’s legs. I was going to skin him alive. I had read once that the Japanese used to do this to their prisoners because they would live longer as opposed to taking it from the arms first.
“ I’m hungry,” I told her as if this was the most normal answer to her question. Merle was moaning in his passed out state for that I was immensely pleased. I quickly ripped his sweat pants off as they got in the way of my eating, I thanked him for his consideration. Sweat pants were way easier to shred than blue jeans.
“ Commando. Very brave,” I told him, although what he was packing wasn’t much larger than a cocktail wienie. I would save that for later, kind of like an after dinner mint. I pulled a strip clean from the top of Merle’s foot to half way up his abdomen. I was licking my lips as I began to stuff it into my mouth. Anna gagged. “A little hairier than I would have liked but delicious all the same,” I told her as I over exaggeratedly licked my fingers. “Oh come on,” I told her as she stood there with her horrified expression. “I’m only doing what all of God’s creatures do.”
She looked aghast that I would invoke his name. “You are not a creature of God. You are an abomination.”
“ Be that as it may,” I said before plunging down into Merle’s mid section ripping his outie belly button free from its moorings. I chewed it a few times before responding. “Sorry, I don’t like to talk with my mouth full. Manners and all.” I grinned. She paled. “But Sister, didn’t you just earlier make a deal with this abomination?”
Anna looked mortified that I had found out her calling. It was one thing to be ashamed of your deeds. It was a whole other animal to let down your maker.
“ It’s alright Sister, that’s another of God’s instincts instilled into His creatures—self preservation. You cannot judge me any differently when you yourself have placed your well-being above that of others. I don’t have a problem with your lack of altruism although because of it I question your career choice. Something more like a tax collector or a politician seems like it would have been more up your alley.”
“ I’m nothing like you!” she screamed.
“ Whatever,” I said. I didn’t really care as I ripped Merle’s left nipple off. Tough bastard, he looked like he was contemplating coming to. “You should probably stay asleep friend because this is going to hurt like hell,” I told him right before I ripped his right nipple off to match the other side.
“ Anna, what the hell is going on down there?” Fred asked. I could tell
“ You fucked up my supper Fred,” I yelled.
“ What are you?” Fred yelled, placing two more shots into the landing wall I had already vacated making the turn so that I could eat in peace.
“ Ch-Ch-Charlie’s dead,” Merle said the gun in his hand completely forgotten as he slipped into shock.
“ And so are you,” I told him as I ripped his mouth off. His dry and cracked lips tasted a lot like beef jerky. Merle was still screaming but it was muted with the blood from his lipless face running into the back of his throat. I wanted him to stay alive as long as possible, living meat tasted so much better.
“ Tastes like chicken wings,” I told Merle as I stripped the meager meat from his fingers. Merle passed out. Too bad I was going to miss his dinner conversation. I laughed as I bit through the base of his thumb. “Damn, it even looks like a drum stick,” I said holding it up to the moonlight spilling through the stained glass window.
Anna was a few feet away from me, watching the entire event. “Want some?” I asked, holding up a fat big toe. Merle had some abnormally large toes. The fungus under the toe nails added a tanginess I found pleasing. Anna waved her hands back and forth.
“ How could you?” she asked.
I began to rip large strands of skin from Merle’s legs. I was going to skin him alive. I had read once that the Japanese used to do this to their prisoners because they would live longer as opposed to taking it from the arms first.
“ I’m hungry,” I told her as if this was the most normal answer to her question. Merle was moaning in his passed out state for that I was immensely pleased. I quickly ripped his sweat pants off as they got in the way of my eating, I thanked him for his consideration. Sweat pants were way easier to shred than blue jeans.
“ Commando. Very brave,” I told him, although what he was packing wasn’t much larger than a cocktail wienie. I would save that for later, kind of like an after dinner mint. I pulled a strip clean from the top of Merle’s foot to half way up his abdomen. I was licking my lips as I began to stuff it into my mouth. Anna gagged. “A little hairier than I would have liked but delicious all the same,” I told her as I over exaggeratedly licked my fingers. “Oh come on,” I told her as she stood there with her horrified expression. “I’m only doing what all of God’s creatures do.”
She looked aghast that I would invoke his name. “You are not a creature of God. You are an abomination.”
“ Be that as it may,” I said before plunging down into Merle’s mid section ripping his outie belly button free from its moorings. I chewed it a few times before responding. “Sorry, I don’t like to talk with my mouth full. Manners and all.” I grinned. She paled. “But Sister, didn’t you just earlier make a deal with this abomination?”
Anna looked mortified that I had found out her calling. It was one thing to be ashamed of your deeds. It was a whole other animal to let down your maker.
“ It’s alright Sister, that’s another of God’s instincts instilled into His creatures—self preservation. You cannot judge me any differently when you yourself have placed your well-being above that of others. I don’t have a problem with your lack of altruism although because of it I question your career choice. Something more like a tax collector or a politician seems like it would have been more up your alley.”
“ I’m nothing like you!” she screamed.
“ Whatever,” I said. I didn’t really care as I ripped Merle’s left nipple off. Tough bastard, he looked like he was contemplating coming to. “You should probably stay asleep friend because this is going to hurt like hell,” I told him right before I ripped his right nipple off to match the other side.
“ Anna, what the hell is going on down there?” Fred asked. I could tell
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