The Fuckno Wars TFW CH 25 Food

New Alphabet   by EELS

S V E N

Sven held the leg torch up and looked about in the lobby of the decrepit hotel.  He wanted to set the place on fire.  It would become a beacon, a setting point, a place to use as a marker once it glowed in the blackened heart of Fuckno.

From that flame, he would mark his new territory with a path of destruction and fire.

He looked back at Lenny Sustenuto to ask him for some input.

Lenny said, “Dude.  Why are you bleeding?”

Sven frowned and felt with his free hand on his body, but he didn’t have any wounds.  He said, “I am not injured.  What do you mean by this?”

Lenny tried to use his dead arm to point, and he muttered swear words.  He looked back up into the face of the scary fellow before him and he said, “You’re bleeding from your mouth, Sir Dude.”

Sven grinned.  He used his bloody hand to wipe his lips, but the blood was now smeared all about his cheeks. He said, “I had a snack on the way down the stairwell.  Fresh calf meat from this leg here.  Is this better?”

Lenny shrieked and ran off into the darkness.

Sven shouted after him, “Lenny, do you have a napkin?”

Then he laughed and went to the shredded drapes that hung from the broken windows of the lobby.

He lit each one, and marveled at his luck.  This was simply way too easy.

He tilted his head back and howled.

Then he stretched back and yawned deep.   He loosened up.

He was in for quite a bit of work before the first rays of the sun.

That would be in a few hours.

He had some fun to find, as well.

But first, one of the cars left from the young people he had overdosed in the upper floor.

He did not know it yet, but he had Walked In to a young Purple Robe.

This would afford him a great opportunity.

SEEEEEEEEN

The Walkin who had come back to stop Sven’s cannibalism and torture drove along in his new found Jeep.  He was infected by the cannibal, and he had lost his agenda.  He had lost his way.

Come what may.

Seen was on a new path, and it was one that would lead everyone he encountered further into the depths of despair, depravity, and death.

He had opened the portals to Hell.

See you on the weekend, my friend.


God Help You.

God Help Us All.


---willies out.