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Monday, January 28, 2013

The Fuckno Wars TFW CH 29 Lenny Feast










Animals   by Toadies










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Lenny Sustenuto was hungry.  He held his new weapon with his remaining arm as he ran.  He was out his mind you know.


As he ran to the tiny spark of light that glinted toward the other end of the tunnel, the drawstring from his tied-off arm whipped him about in the face.  He had lines of blood from this, and also bloody cheeks from his feast.

Upon his own arm.


He carried the skeletal remains in his remaining arm, grasping it by the bony hand, like a handshake from Hell.


His tracksuit pants fell down to his knees and he tripped.

He saw stars.


His mind came back to him.



He considered what he had done. 


He screamed in horror.


He was not in his right mind,


He fainted.


And then he got to his knees.




“…show us the way…”



“…give us meat…”


“…been a long time…”


“…wake him up…”



The voices whispering in  his ears were from those who had been left in limbo for quite a long time.


He pulled the track suit pants from his legs, over his tennis shoes, and he tossed them away.



He ran toward the tiny spark of light.


He held his weapon in his hand.



He would have himself more food.


He was out of his mind.


This Gate Of Hell was open for business.


Lenny ran towards the light, with voices whispering in his head for food, for meat, for carnage.  But what could a man with one arm do?


Well, you know, crazy people are quite strong.  It takes a lot of effort to put one of them down.

Lenny did not know about his chick Sherry.  He didn’t even know about himself anymore.


He reached the light at the end of the tunnel and hipped the skeletal remains of his feast all about.  He saw folks wrestling and fighting with each other, and others unconscious or dead, and a few crawling away bleeding.


Those were the ones who called to him, from his belly.  The pride of lions will attack the weakest ones.




Is it true pride, or is it simply the greed of ease?


One of them attackers finished pummeling his prey with an iron pipe and heard the roar of someone running up from behind.  He turned around in time to see a half naked white man running at him with an arm missing from one side, and holding a skeleton arm in the other hand, with blood smeared and dripping from his face.


What would you do?

Would you make a stand?


No.

Of course, you would flee, like a flea.

I would, too.


Sad thing was, he didn’t have time.


He would be the first feast for Lenny, but not the last.












I Ain’t The Same   by Alabama Shakes




Seen, the original Walkin, pulled his Jeep to the side of the street.  His stomach grumbled.  He was hungry.


Bastard wasn't the same anymore.  Sean was left on the moon, and now this fucked up Walkin was running amok.


But he was hungry.

He was weak.


He decided to walk amok instead.






God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out

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