Sam and Rob are two longtime friends. When a deal goes sour, Sam finds himself in a concrete cell, about the make the hardest choice in his life.
As I hated to admit it, Rob's corpse was looking appetizing, for it was the only thing remotely close to nourishment in this cell. As I stared at his face with wanting desire, I wondered if my captives had this planned out for me, if they already assumed that I would crack and reach for any meat that was close to me. If they did, they were right.
I decided to start with his eye balls, since they were already loose in the skull and came in bite size increments. Crawling closer to the body, its aroma teased my nostrils, I knew I would have to endure the smell until I was done.
The organ lifted easily out of its tomb, leaving a trail of sticky liquid leading back to the hallow cavity. I shoved it into my mouth and bit down as hard and fast as I could. The ball popped loudly and released a tainted liquid into my mouth, it rushed down my throat as I continued to chew the gooey mass. Swallowing the contents proved difficult as my gag reflex threatened to force the eye ball out of my mouth. I conquered the reflex and the mock food journeyed slowly down my esophagus.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
