It
really is a shame the way this guy ended up. All beaten, broken and bloodied. Dead
in some shit stinking shallow grave. Rotting away in the woods is such an
undignified end to this mortal tale, ain't anybody that deserves it. Not in my
opinion at least.
Still,
there’s nothing to be done about it now. I've got to look after me and mine
after all. That’s a lot of mouths to feed, and poor old John Doe here will do
just fine. Keep us all nice and fed until the day comes when we can take to the
skies. It’s going to be glorious.
I
tell you, it’s not as bad as you might think, this whole corpse eating
business. So we get a bit of a bad reputation from it, get labelled as being unhygienic,
lumped in with other carrion eaters like those god damn vultures. Ugly
blighters, those birds, even with the wings. My wings will be better, you’ll
see.
But when all is said and done, this anthropophagy lark is pretty good. There’s a load to be getting on
with, always something new to have a nibble on. General consensus seems to be
that this guy’s eyes are the tastiest, the pièce de résistance, but personally I've always
had a penchant for the tongue. I guess he was strangled or something, because
this tongue is all swollen up, pushing its way out of his mouth like he’s
trying to lick the clouds. I'm all over it, chomping away from tip to tonsil
and back again. Delicious.
Just
a few more hours, probably have a go at this juicy looking uvula, give the
tonsils a chew if no one else gets to them first, then I’m home free. Already
got my spot picked out, nice and secure, dry as a bone. I’ll wrap myself up all
snug for a while, and then I’ll be beautiful.
