I left my apartment this morning expecting nothing different from my usual day full of excess walking and drab lectures. I got on the bus and plopped down in the seat I always sit in at the very back. I sat there reading and was already bored by the day’s events. When we reached my destination, I got off the bus and began the long trek up to the Flawn Academic Center where I would sit and listen to my professor drone on about music theory. But then, as I walked across the roundabout located below the fountain by the theatre building, I met something that was at once terrifying and exciting.
He walked with the shuffle of muscles that were slowly decomposing, his right shoulder hung low as he dragged his feet across the concrete. His mouth was open in a flesh-hungry scowl. His skin looked incapable of holding on to his bones much longer. His eyes were glossed over, no longer lit by the soul within. With the mind no longer functioning the way a normal human’s would, his body was driven by only the basest of emotions: hunger. Only his hunger would not be appeased by any normal food. No, he hungered for the flesh of men. Brains, specifically.
I’m sure you are now all asking, “Are you sure you’re not exaggerating his appearance a bit? Maybe he was just old and could no longer control his body the way he did in his youth?”
If that’s the case, why did I have to beat him to death? Hmmm??? Answer that one, genius!!