Kevin the Bored
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🕑 Added 2023-03-24 12:26:20 +0000 UTCAfter a few more hours of driving I am starting to get tired.
I've already eaten Mark, though I only had his arms and legs, since his organs started rotting and were yucky, and I since I don't know anything about body disposal, I just pulled over and threw what was left behind some trees.
To be perfectly honest, even I find it kind of strange just how quickly I've adapted to the thought of cannibalism. I mean, I never doubted that I would get used to it, especially since I don't really suffer from any moral afflictions for it.
As far as I am concerned, if eating people is what I gotta do then it's what I'll do. It's not like they matter anyway, after all, they aren't ๐ฎ๐ฆ and really the only thing that should matter to anyone is ourselves because at least we know that we are real, you know?
But even then, I had thought it would take me at least a week before I could eat humans as casually as, say, a burrito.
However, after the first few tentative bites, I was already scarfing the rest down.
Maybe it's got something to do with just how tasty people are, because I swear I have never eaten anything even half as good.
Then again, maybe my body is making it taste extra good since it's the only thing I can eat.
Eh, it doesn't really matter.
What ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด however matter, is that I am sleepy and I am already a shit driver, having taught myself how only hours ago, without taking sleepiness into account.
Which is why I find myself pulling into some homestead's house in the middle of the night.
Ok, I don't actually know if it is the ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ of the night or not, just that it's dark out. No need to be so pedantic.
The house itself is nothing impressive, just a typical two floor house that you can find anywhere. Wait a minute, does the attic count as a floor?
Who knows.
As I pull into the drive at a speed that is probably too fast, I only barely avoid crashing into the blue pick up truck in front of the house by pulling the handbrake as I forgot which pedal was the stop one.
Luckily for me, the lights are all off.
Why is that lucky? Don't you want to ask to stay the night or something? I hear you ask.
Well, allow me to reiterate something, just in case you missed it.
๐. ๐๐ข๐ต. ๐๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ.
I have already resigned myself to living like the Slaughterhouse Nine, only with a lot less torture.
After all, it doesn't really matter what I want, not with the hand I've been dealt. People aren't exactly accepting of cannibals these days, who would have thunked it.
Then again, maybe I could live of off people who donate their bodies or even synthetic meat. It does seem to be an option, but it's one that relies on other people so ultimately it's not one I really want to take.
I think it's far more likely that I will simply be killed rather than helped, especially since I'm not even that strong so there really wouldn't be a reason to help me.
These thoughts play through my mind as I walk around the house, looking for any open windows and to my great joy I find one.
Unfortunately it's on the second floor but I don't think that should be a problem with my swanky new power.
Bending my knees, I put all of my strength into a straight jump and though I do barely make it high enough, I was too slow in grabbing the sill which resulted in me falling on my ass.
Ow.
Ok then, take two, electric boogaloo. With a metaphorical hop and a skip that is actually just one single jump, I remember to have my hands ready this time and barely reach the windowsill, leaving myself hanging by my fingertips.
Lifting myself up is enjoyably easy. Really, I've never been that athletic, so feeling so strong and nimble is still pretty awesome.
When I peek through the window, I am greeted by a rather bland room, but I guess that's what I get for living in Ohio.
I mostly ignore the sparse decorations, though I do notice the rather obnoxious Legend poster, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด. Moving on from the unsubtle poster I look to the bed where a girl about my age is sleeping.
Taking care to be as quiet as possible, I pull myself into the room, thankful that I thought to wear loose pants instead of jeans or something that would make climbing into a maybe underaged girls room difficult.
Funny how life is, a month ago my biggest concern was whether I should eat breakfast or just sleep in and have brunch.
Speaking of brunch, my eyes trail to the poor, innocent girl who is probably enjoying her dreams about handsome gay men, I can only assume by the Legend poster, but maybe that's too assumptive of me.
As I get closer, I can better make out what the girl looks like, not that she's really much to see, brown hair down to her shoulders and a pretty average face with only a small amount of acne. Upon closer inspection, I was wrong about my initial assumption on her age. Rather than 19 like me, I's say she's closer to 16.
I don't know what her body looks like under the covers and honestly I don't really care, I'm not hungry right now.
So instead, I simply wrap my hands around her neck, gentle, like a lovers embrace, and then I ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ and in a disgusting cracking pop, her neck is crushed underhand before she can so much as understand what is happening.
Somehow, I keep forgetting that I am kinda strong now, I thought that would be like, half a minute of thrashing around before she died.
Ah well, just makes things easier for me I guess.
Now to move onto the parents, or parent, who knows?
But as I turn to leave, my eye catches a full length mirror on the wall and I notice something distinctly new.
Most of me looks the same, a young woman with blonde hair down to my back, a pair of white ear studs in my ears and a face that could easily be called beautiful. Then again, maybe I'm just vain. I mean, it's not like I'm Alexandria, but I was offered a modelling opportunity once, not that I would ever willingly step into the shithole that is modelling.
However, instead of my normally pale green eyes, I am sporting a pair of eyes straight out of a horror movie. Honestly they're terrifying and I ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ all for it. The iris itself is a startlingly bright crimson, shining like a pool of blood. Flowing away from the iris are small lines of red, like little streams separating from a lake of blood they flow over my now black sclera and leak out a little bit around the eyes like a spiderweb.
I'm not gonna sugar-coat it, I look fucking awesome. It almost makes up for the whole cannibalism thing. Ok, that's a lie, it's just hit me that I'm never going to be able to eat chocolate again, or drink coke, OH FUCK! I can't drink booze anymore!
Man, this sucks, ah well, no use complaining, I should go find out whether it's parent or parents.
Turns out it was singular, just some middle aged man who joined his daughter in having a broken neck, after which he joined her in her room as well, because I wanted the king sized bed he died on.
Now, time to get some shuteye, I should make it to a city by tomorrow, I assume.
Again, I don't really know where I am driving, but it would be nice to be in civilisation again.
After getting comfortable, I close my eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ. ๐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต.
๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐บ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ.
"๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ. ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ?"
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
"๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ช."
๐๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, "๐๐ฉ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ '๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต. ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ."
"๐๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ '๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฆ' ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐บ๐ฌ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต?"
๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ด๐ฉ ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ถ๐ป ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐บ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐จ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. "๐๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?" ๐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ.
"๐๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ," ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด, "๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ."
๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ.
"๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ?"
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ '๐'๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ' ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด.
"๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต? ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ." ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ.
"๐๐ณ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ด," ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ, "๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ?"
...๐ฐ๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต? ๐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐'๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง '๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ' ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ '๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ' ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด.
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ด?"
"๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต? ๐๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ."
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?
"๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ?"
๐๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด, "๐๐๐๐ ๐๐!"
Jolting up with my heart pounding in my chest, I take a moment to gather my bearings before I recognise the room I'm in and recall what happened yesterday.
The dull covers slide down my bare body, so I like to sleep naked, fuck you, as I look out the window and the midday sun shining through it.
Guess I slept in.
Right, I should probably get going.
First things first I head to the girls room to look for some clothes, as I kinda, mighta got some blood on mine.
Now that I think about it, I should probably burn those clothes, and now that I think about that, I should probably do something about the bodies.
Well, I say that, but it's not like I'm a cop or something, I don't exactly know how to 'cover my tracks' as it were, so I'm just going to go with the idea that the less information available to find the less likely I'll get caught.
I mean, what could they know so far?
Me and my mom have disappeared, reasons unknown, and then a short time later another family pair goes missing, reasons once again unknown.
Most likely they will assume that we have both been kidnapped and presumably will be looking for the mysterious kidnapper in a few days at most.
All this means that I need to hide the bodies.
Eh, I'll just throw them in the truck and dump them behind some trees like the other guy.
Man, I am really lazy about this whole hiding evidence thing.
Ah well, I'm sure it'll be fine.
