At midnight, I entered the tomb forest in the dark. I know there are thousands of corpses, zombies, here. I walked very lightly. I understand that in such moments, any disturbance has the potential to wake up a sleeping zombie. Walk to the newly built grave, carefully dig out a zombie, tie it up with a rope, put it in the car, and drive away.
When I got home, carried him into the house, and watched him carefully, it was an incomparable delicacy. Thinking of this, my saliva couldn't help but flow down. I gouge out his eyes with a sharp knife. yes! Dazzling like a pearl. Put your eyes in your mouth and chew them carefully, smooth in your mouth, and the fragrance is enough to overflow the room. And the really delicious thing is the meat, with a knife to cut off a few pieces of meat, slowly taste, evocative ... ... After eating the parts that can be eaten, the remaining bones, hairs, etc. are buried in the hospital.
It was the first time I had eaten a man, but alas, it was a dead man.
I had a hunch that the living tasted much better than the dead. So, after eating one hundred and eighty dead people, I decided to eat the living. In fact, this is also what I have been looking forward to for a long time.
At midnight, I stepped into the house with the living man and walked up to a man to see that he was asleep. I happily tied him up, let him scream, and then satisfactorily put him in the bag, loaded it into the car, and drove away.
When he got home, he carried him into the house and looked closely, and he kept howling and was very upset. I took a human bone and blocked his mouth. Then slowly remove the flesh from his body with a knife and keep putting it in his mouth. Sure enough, the taste of the living was really good, and there was a delicious liquid- blood. In this way, I ate for a long time before eating. As usual, bones, etc. are buried in the hospital.
Once, a young boy, about five years old, was caught. At that time, I didn't want to eat anything, and left him as a pet, saving me some loneliness. Name him Blood.
In the days that followed, while catching people to eat, I taught him skills such as running, climbing trees, how to kill people, and how to eat people. In addition, he also divided the human flesh among him. At the age of eighteen, he was very strong: dressed in animal skins, about two meters tall, with well-developed limbs, slender hair scattered behind his back, thick eyebrows like a sword, a pair of large, dark eyes, often with blood—the kind of thing he showed when his fighting spirit sprouted, and his teeth were very sharp. I was getting a little older, and gradually his skills were above mine, so I often asked him to bring me people to eat.
One day, taking him out for a walk, actually training him, there was a lion running in front of him, and I shouted at him: "Kill it!" He rushed forward with great speed, catching it up and biting off its neck. I was happy with his performance and on the way back I praised him for the first time. He is also proud of his growth. We talked a lot that day.
He asked me, "What about the outside world?" Without hesitation, I said, "The world of cannibalism." He stopped making a sound, his eyes looking out the window, as if he were thinking about something. In the days that followed, he was somewhat absent-minded. So I said to him, "Go out and feel the world." He was shocked at first, and then he looked at me with great excitement. I said, "Come back before the snow." "He was a little happy, and a little scared, and wanted me to go with him. I refused.
The day after the blood was gone, I walked into the forest alone, and I didn't walk alone for a long time. The mood is good. Look up—the gentle sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, shining on the moss, the dew on the moss appears crystal clear under the reflection of the sunlight, the unknown insects are busy nervously and orderly, and there are a few birds chirping in the distance from time to time. Step forward and you'll see one of my favorite animals, the Chaisi spider. It is like a fist, is carefully coiled spider web, the web is tough and powerful, used to catch animals dozens of times larger than its body, when the prey accidentally falls into the web, the spider inserts its own large teeth into the throat of the prey, injects venom, the prey is unconscious for a moment, and the spider begins to enjoy the juice of the prey. The remaining torso was thrown down and solved by ants and birds. The air is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, fresh and refreshing, very pleasant. Further on, there are two paths—one I often walk, and one that I never have. The road was covered with wild grass and had not been walked for many years. I decided to go and have a look.
I used the knife I carried with me to cut the vines that were wrapped around me, and walked slowly forward, not knowing how long I had been walking, but I felt a little sleepy. At this time there was a road, which seemed to be a place to eat people: there were human bones on the ground, and the sweet smell of blood could be smelled. I stepped on the bone and walked forward.
Walking to an almost village place, it was already dark. I had to enter a house, this was very hospitable, saw me coming, asked this and that, and put the table where I had just finished eating human flesh back on the table for me to eat, and I also ate it unceremoniously.
"Where are you from?"
"Over there in the forest."
"What's the matter with coming here?"
"Just take a look."
"You live alone?"
"There was another man named Blood"
“… …”
"Where is this?"
"Bloodthirsty Land."
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I, Blood, set out to feel the world and see how different the world was from the world I thought. It was the season of the sun shining, the sweat on my body flowed from the sweat glands from time to time, and I didn't care, my desire for the world was far greater than the sweat I shed.
