Ramblings of a Madman

February 1, 2012

Gotta Eat

Sean leaned back in his loveseat, staring at the open expanse of sky above him. As he took a long drag off the cigarette in his mouth he could almost believe that everything was alright in the world. He put the cigarette out in the ashtray on the small table in front of him and looked around him. Yeah, you could almost believe that everything was alright with the world until you saw the Dragunov rifle leaning against the short white washed wall overlooking the street, with the spear gun and wench system set up on the wall next to it.

He sighed, he’d checked his food storage when he woke up, he had about a week of untainted meat left, which meant that the meat in the other fridge would be good by now. It was time to catch him some of the fresh stuff. He slapped his hands on the knees of his jeans and stood up. He rolled his head back and forth and popped his knuckles, getting himself ready for the work ahead of him.

He walked over to the wall and looked down, and once again felt sadness at the scene below him. If you looked far enough in the distance you could see the clear blue water, green forests, and the world looked perfect. But that’s because the mist was just transparent enough to be invisible at that distance. When Sean looked down the mist was definitely there.

Along with the things that walked in the mist.

No one was really sure where the mist came from, Sean had heard many theories over the years, had met many people who’d attempted to find out where the mist came from. But they were all dead. Sean didn’t really give a damn. And he was still alive.

He grimaced as one of the side effects of the miss stumbled into sight. Grotesquely formed with long, bulky arms nearly dragging on the ground, contorted face, and a neck that seemed to bend the wrong way, they were enough to turn most stomachs. The worst part was that they weren’t some creatures born in the mist’s home dimension that stumbled through with it, no, they were human once.

The mist changed everything alive that it touched, mutating, twisting, and altering it. It robbed everything it touched of its intelligence and took away its free will. They became hulking beasts, incapable of anything except death and destruction.

Sean grabbed the Dragunov rifle and aimed at the creature. He sighted it, inhaled slowly, and squeezed the trigger. The sharp crack of the rifle and the creature dropped, dead. He put the rifle down and moved over to the spear gun. He lined up his sights with the dead body of the creature and fired. The spear went through the body with a thunk. He then began pulling it up with the wench.

Food got scarce fast, especially when you can’t leave the roof of your building. He’d set up this system to sustain himself, wait out the mist, and just hope that it went away. He’d discovered that if you kept the meat of the creatures frozen for a week, they were fine for consumption after that. His floor was safe from the mist and still had running water. He wasn’t necessarily completely pleased with his food situation, after all these things had been people once, this was as close to cannibalism as he ever wanted to get.

But hey, a man’s gotta eat, right?

9:14pm | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZeEvFyFlCZTA

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