The Fall of Ideals Ch. 3

Chapter 3

Now having time, I slowly pull up my sleeve to take a look at my arm
hoping the wolf didn’t cause too much harm.
My arm is bleeding and looks a little torn up.
I fear of an infection to which I will succumb.

I drop to a knee and take off my back pack.
Thank God that it’s still intact.
I take out a bottle of water and some cloth,
clean the wound and wrap it tight as much as I loth.
Being injured is a sign of weakness and gives off the illusion that I am weak!
It subtracts a bit from my overall strong physique.
I will have to be smarter with my traveling technique.
The last thing I can afford to do is get cornered by freaks.
Since I’m a woman who’s now injured, men will think I’m weak.
If they decide to mess with me, which surely they will,
they will be in for a surprise when I cause them to shriek!

Now with my arm wrapped up, I get back to my feet and move into town to see what I can find.
Not too damn much is what I have in mind.
The roads are torn up and rapidly crumbling.
Buildings are reduced to rubble, a sight that is humbling.
It appears on the surface that life has long been extinct here.
It still amazes me that mankind has practically disappeared.
It’s now been winter for two long years.
Every day it puts me on the verge of tears.
All vegetation has been destroyed as a result.
With survival becoming almost impossible, most surviving people have organized into small cults.
It’s the easiest way to remain in good health.
You may ask why I’m alone and not a member of a cult.
It’s because mankind is evil and people I simply can’t trust.
Everyone is turning into animals and continuing to destroy.
Being around people simply brings me no joy.

This town is useless, completely ransacked and destroyed.
It’s just another dark, empty void
Left behind by the destructive nature of man.
I honestly don’t believe how any of this could be part of God’s plan.
Why destroy a planet and all the species he made?
All of this death and destruction has caused my believes to stray.

Making my way through the town, I walk around a corner and come to a stop.
Up ahead sits a man who appears ready to drop.
I approach the man slowly and ask how he’s doing.
I don’t know if conversation with him is something I should be pursuing.
Usually this type of things ends up becoming deadly.
Maybe this time I’ll end up surprised and it will end with the two of us singing a medley.

I stand in front of the man and notice he’s blind in one eye.
His face is covered in sores, I kind of feel sorry for him.
His hair has fallen out; I assume from radiation.
He’s completely naked and has been subjected to castration.
All he does is moan and growl, I can’t understand his narration.
I wonder what he’s doing dwelling in this location.
He must be hungry; he’s chewing on this own arm and eating his skin.
I swear he’s eating his own arm off with a large grin.
I’m right in front of him, yet he hasn’t acknowledged my existence with a single emotion.
Seems to me he’s not one to cause a commotion.

“I wouldn’t get to close him
unless you want your health to take a drastic turn and your fate to look a little more grim.
He’s starting to get hungry and can quickly become violent.
One quick strike and your voice will become forever silent.”

I turn around and come face to face with another strange man
who’s appearance I quickly scan.
He’s an older man with hair that’s gray.
Hopefully he’s not into games that I refuse to play
Or this confrontation could take an ugly turn.
You will learn out here in this world when you’re on your own, every person’s appearance is a cause for concern.

“What’s up with this guy eating his arm and what are you doing out here?
It appears to me that everyone else in this town has already disappeared.”

“I can ask the same of you dear.
There’s aren’t very many people out here who just randomly appear.
A group of men did just walk through here.
They seemed like a though group to chew.
I didn’t try communicating with them, but they were the first people I’ve seen in months.
They walked right through and were gone in minutes.”

I smile at the man and laugh to myself.
Small world that he just saw the men I killed himself.

“Yeah I ran into those men not too long ago as well.
We had an altercation so I had to introduce them to a new place for them to dwell.
I’m just passing through myself and mean no trouble.
Not like I want to stay long hanging out in this pile of rubble.”

“You killed all those men, did you?
A precious little thing like you…there must have been a lot you have lived through
In order to take care of yourself like that.
You must be one though little cat.
Anyways…I’m John and this here is my son.
He’s all I have since everyone we encounter looks at him and automatically shuns.
His appearance is not easy on the eyes
but at least he’s baptized,
so when he finally does die and ends his suffering.
He’ll be with our creator and not left behind on earth with nothing.
Before you go, can I ask of you a favor?
My son and I would consider you a savior.”

“I really must get going but what is it you ask?
Be straight with me, don’t ask me while wearing a mask.”

“Alright then, can you show me where these men’s bodies are?
I know this request seems a little bizarre
but I just want to admire your work while smoking a cigar
under the comfort of the stars.”

John smiles at me and nods his head yes.
It’s a strange request indeed, but not one that should cause me any stress.
I nod my head and lead the man to the bodies
relucted because being an escort is not my hobby.
We arrive to the bodies and find the one man still clinging on to life.
He begs me to end his suffering by slitting his throat with my knife.

“I don’t mean to cause a strife,
But you’re a heartless bastard for leaving him like that, but you I do admit you would make a fine wife.
Can I ask just one more favor of you?
I promise after this I won’t hang around and attach myself to you like the flu.”

I stare at the man and nod my head.
I tell him I don’t want to be misled.
Be straight to the point and be quick with it.
I’m more than ready to get away from this misfit.

“Can you help me bring this man back to the city.
I understand this task doesn’t seem pretty,
but I would like to use him as an example,
by setting him up outside my temple
to warm intruders not to mess with me
because if you do, this is the outcome I will achieve.”      

Just wanting to get on with my journey I agree to help, so we pick the man up to his feet.
We then drag him back to the city down the broken, crumbling street.
He screams the entire way begging us to end his life.
All that would do is provide him with relief
and seeing him suffer bring me delight.
I’m kind of a little, twisted fuck inside.

Now back in the city we have arrived with the man at his son.
I tell the man that it’s been fun
but I really have to run.
With this place, I’m completely done.

“Would you like some food before you leave?
If I don’t give you something I would feel like a thief.”

I shake my head and politely decline.
I tell him I appreciate the offer but I’m fine.

“Nonsense I can’t have you leave here on an empty stomach.
I’ll cook you up something that will help you build up your muscle.”

John takes out a machete and chops off the injured man’s arms.
It’s a move that’s a little out of the norm.
The man screams and howls out in agony as blood gushes out from his wounds.
Why John just did that leaves me confused.
He throws one arm to his son and the other to me,
then smirks at me in glee.

“Eat up darling, it always tastes better when the meat is fresh.
Nothing fills your stomach better than human flesh!”

“I’ll be on my way now.
I hope you and your son enjoy your…I’m sure…tasty chew.”

I turn to leave as John grabs my arm.
I have a feeling deep down in the pit of my soul that I’m about to cause harm.

“I can’t let you just leave now dear.
I will be straight with you and make myself clear,
It’s a gift from God that you appeared here.
With you by my side I will be forever feared!
You can hunt for the food that will keep us alive!
We will rise from these ashes and learn how to thrive!
You’re my queen handpicked for me by God!
This is his plan for us and trust me, it’s not flawed.
I know eating human flesh is a little odd,
but thanks to God, our survival in this waste land is allowed!”

I take a deep breath not understanding how I always seem to find these freaks.
I truly must be that damn unique.
Don’t these idiots ever understand that I’m not a prize that can be bought or won?
I’m not one to ever be fucked with, I’m lethal with my hands and with a gun!
I quickly pull out my knife with my free arm and rip my other arm out of the man’s grasp.
I spin around fast dragging my blade across John’s face and watch him collapse.
His son, gnawing away on the arm John gave him, looks up at me, then continues eating.
The wounded goon as finally stopped suffering and has passed away from all of the bleeding.
John lies crying on the ground as I drop down to my knees and stick my knife into his back.
I put my mouth close to John’s ear and whisper to him that I’m doing this on God’s behalf.
I sever his spinal cord then climb back up to my feet.
This day just hasn’t been ideal.
I take out my gun and point it at the son.
I guess his life will soon become a little more sunny.
His life can’t become much worse than it is now.
Just looking at him makes me raise my eyebrows.
I pull the trigger of my gun and place a bullet deep into his head.
I turn around to leave, spit on John and say Amen.