Saturday, 6 December 2014

Day 9

I'm back in the dimly lit room, standing by the trough.  I can remember I've been here before, feeding, but I can't remember when.  It's progress though.  Progress towards what?

This time I don't stop eating.  The brains are delicious and this time I do a better job of getting them into my mouth.  I'm so hungry.  I keep eating, but it doesn't help.  I'm still hungry.  Always hungry.  I look around me as best I can while I keep pushing handfuls of brains into my mouth.  What am I looking for?  I don't know.

The room is barely lit by a single light high above us.  The walls are blank, grey...  Concrete.  The floor is the same, but has channels cut into it.  In the centre is a grating.  A drain.  I can just make out a hose carelessly coiled in one corner.

The trough empties, but my companions keep scraping at it.  The noise level in the room rises.  So hungry.  I start to groan.  I try to stop, to keep lucid a little longer.  I must...

"Brains!"


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