Hunger

Flash Fiction, 587 words. He was really hungry, he just didn't know why.

I was hungry today, like REALLY hungry. Didn’t really know what I fancied though. Couldn’t seem to think of what I wanted to eat. I just knew I really wanted to eat.

Then – I was in a crowd. In a city, I think. We were all walking, real slow like. A lot of us in the crowd were moaning and groaning and stuff, not sure why. I think I was moaning and groaning a bit too. There were too many of us. I could smell food on the horizon, but then, I didn’t think I’d get a look in, what with all of us around.

I wandered in a forest for a bit. Didn’t see much really. God, was I hungry. It felt like I hadn’t eaten for days, maybe weeks. I really needed some food; it really started to annoy me. Man did I feel angry. Where was all the food?

Urgh, I was in another city. There wasn’t any food though. Just a lot of us again. I tried to remember when I last ate. It reminded me of that time I got bit. Can’t really remember what bit me, which was strange. It wasn’t an animal or an insect bite. It was a big bite though. I know what you’re thinking, it wasn’t a human either. That would be ridiculous.

I was in a little town now. I remembered what bit me. It was a human, but it wasn’t. It was kind of like, like a rotten human! I remember there were a lot of them, an outbreak or something. I felt a bit rotten myself lately.

The town was quite nice actually. I was the only one of us there. I realised at this point, I didn’t seem to be really controlling myself. My body was just kind of doing its thing. Damn – was that chicken I could smell!?

I ran. I ran really fast. Not sure I could ever run this fast before. I think a part of my leg fell off though. That’s probably not good. Man, that chicken smelt so good, I’m sure its close now.

I found the chicken. Didn’t seem to be a chicken though. More of a little girl. She wasn’t one of us. She was all, fresh. You know, rosy cheeks and stuff. Smelt great, tasty. She was crying though, cowered against a fence. I think I was going to bite her. I wanted to, but I also didn’t want to. I stopped. I was about to bite her, but I didn’t. I focused everything on not biting her. I think I realised then, I was rotten. I wasn’t really controlling my body, or I hadn’t been. I was stopping it now though. It was like I was fighting against it. My body and my mind felt…. Disconnected?

The girl scampered off. I just stayed there, mouth open, frozen.

I stayed there for a while. Then, I decided I’d rather not eat people. So, I found this little cellar in a house. It took a lot of effort. It took even more effort to the lock the door, luckily the key was just left in the lock. Easy find. My body really didn’t want me to do it. Also, doing it caused a finger to fall off.

The cellar had this tiny window. Small, couldn’t fit through it. They key could though. I shoved it out. Then, I laid down. I think I’d just stay here forever. Better than eating people I reckoned anyway.