07-15-2016, 03:16 AM
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Eating is not a pleasant business.
I chew off a man’s
arm, and I hate it. I hate his screams, because I don’t like
pain, I don’t like hurting people, but this is the world now.
This is what we do.
Of course if I don’t eat all of him, if I
spare his brain, he’ll rise up and follow me back to the
airport, and that might make me feel better.
I’ll introduce
him to everyone, and maybe we’ll stand around and groan
for a while. It’s hard to say what ‘friends’ are any more, but
that might be close.
If Irestrain myself, if I leave enough…
But I don’t. I can’t. As always I go straight for the good
part, the part that makes my head light up like a picture
tube.
I eat the brain and, for about thirty seconds, I have
memories. Flashes of parades, perfume, music… life. Warm bodies - Isaac Marion
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