Lower Deck | Late Morning
(8) / (8)
I was asleep, that much was true, but one would make it a mistake to assume I wasn’t aware. Only the weak need to rely on their five senses to perceive the world around them, only one like me can use their sixth sense to clearly see the delicious meat bags. The one who cases pain kept taking, always talking that one, was at it again. Trying its hardest to connect with the one who was alone. Yes, even I could feel that, that it was so alone, so vulnerable, so ripe for the taking. I wanted to salivate, because that was what I used to do when a piping hot meal was brought before me. Right now was no different.
Now the lonely meal was talking, so much unnecessary talking. It was repulsive, made my hunger be forgotten as I am forced to hear that noise….i hated it.
“All by yourself? Can’t have that can we…”
Even worse, Sympathy, and compassion. It rolled off the metal meat bag in waves, nothing but pain for me now. It wished to help the lonely meal, something about helping to find the sad one from earlier. It was always trying to help any helpless meal that came to me, always meddling, always taking my food away.
“First things first, if there is anything of use in here, we need to find it…..uhh….just stick close to me kid.”
But maybe not this time. The metal meat bag was going to help the lonely meal, help find its pack, and find supplies with the meal. Perfect. Food was always looking for food itself, once I got near the useless food, the tasty walking meals would all gather to me for a grand feast.
All in due time