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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
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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