Trial 1 - Part 3: Suey!

I had just killed someone... Holy shit.

I had cannibalized this man for sport, a mean's to preserve my survival - But I mean keep going, I cannot die here in this battle royale, I must be number one. I proceeded further into the factory. There was so much to take. I was going to take a shit load of guns, ammo, I was going to kill more people, eat them. Fuck you, I needed to be king of this. I'm not dying here, I would make sure of that - Now where to find weapons? I heard something behind me. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him clearly. A few more seconds and he would be right behind me. I turned around quickly and I saw the silhouette of someone behind me.

My heart was racing, pumping blood through my body like a maniac. I moved out quickly, into the open. I saw that it was an African American male. He was tall, slender, his facial structure was very similar to mine. I had never seen this man before. I was about to take him, and feed him to the sharks. He had a good body. I could devour him whole, his organs would be of good value. I tackled the man, he was scratching, clawing for freedom - A position I was in before.

I moved my left hand to his chest, I grabbed at his neck. He was squirming about, his eyes rolling in pain and fear. I could feel the wind he was using to breath being pulled in, his face going red, I was about to rip his throat out. He punched, kicked with all his might. He made it out, I felt the wind get pulled out, I was unable to breathe, my hands were on fire, I felt the blood flow from my hands as he beat the hell out of me. I had just killed a man. I had just been a bystander, an unintentional cause. I just wanted to survive in this hell-hole, so I had to do something, I had to take a life. I would kill until there were no more people left to kill. I was a serial killer in the making. I did not feel remorse, I had just committed a murder.

I grabbed the man by his hair, his scalp tore and tore, I could feel him kicking as his head was twisted all the way around. I ripped out his neck as his blood spilled down my chin. I swallowed it, it filled my mouth with the taste of death. I began to feed off of him, his life force flowed through me. He got weaker and weaker, his movements became slower. He was slowing me down, his flesh began to rot and fall off from his skin. His body felt weaker, as he began to feed off of me. I swallowed more blood as it flowed from his neck. I could feel the warm juices of his throat. I could feel his heartbeat. He was breathing harder as I began to feed. I felt a rush, this feeling was amazing, but the pleasure would end soon, the joy would be over, this was just a high that would soon be passed. I was about to consume him whole, his organs, his flesh, bones, his blood. He was just a meal. I could feel the blood begin to leave my body. I could see the lights of the sun going brighter. I could feel the warmth of the sun's rays. I wanted to go, I had waited for so long, I was hungry, I wanted to eat.

I descended further into the factory, I didn't want to stop. I was still filled with this joy. I needed more. I walked farther in, the smell of death was overwhelming. It was a mixture of the sweat, dirt, and blood of the human race, but I could not deny the scent of death that filled my nostrils. I walked through the darkness, I could feel the walls on either side of me, I could feel the air move in different ways. I looked down, I could see the bones of this man who had been killed, I could feel the air move up his bones. It was like a heat, a warmth of a fire from the inside, it was a light within him, the light of life. This light, this glow, it was like a halo of a light being born. His body was moving, his head spinning, his hands were moving about, he had no idea what was happening. He was in the darkness, and he was moving to a light.

I made it to the back, where a door with a sign, "Bathroom" was on it. I pushed the door open slowly, the hinges were rotting off of the hinges, making it open slowly. I made it in, I could see the light of the sun coming in through the window. I made it to the stall, it was dirty, but it had a sink and a toilet. I opened the stall, I saw there were no other stalls, this was the only bathroom, I would be the only one using it. I closed the stall door. I shut the light off and looked through the window to see that I was in the dark. I knew it was only for me to use the restroom. I turned off the light, now it was pitch black, I could see my outline. I was tired, my eyes were tired. I stood up and went to the sink to wash my hands. I splashed cold water all over my body, this was a nice feeling, it soothed my tired body. I felt the water flow down my back, soothing my body. I took a towel, I could feel the wetness of the fabric, I could feel the texture, the feeling. I brought the towel to my face, I looked in the mirror, I was tired, my hair was dirty, but it looked beautiful, I had a soft face. I did not have to shave, I just took care of my body hair. I brushed my teeth, I had to be clean, I did not want to smell like a corpse. I had to be safe, I had to be clean. I looked at my neck, I could see the flesh was still attached to the bone, he was a handsome man, he had a beautiful bone structure. My body was still strong, my muscles were firm, I was handsome.

I could see my eyes through the mirror, they were glowing, and it felt as if the heat from the sun coming in. This was the first time I could really feel a difference. I had just killed someone, and I could feel a difference in the sun. I was a good man, I had done what I had to do. I got a new purpose now, to survive, to kill, to kill every living thing that I can find.

I went back to the stall to leave. I pulled the stall door open. I put the light back on, and left.