by Twistd
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“What'd they call her? Denise?” asked Ned as he chewed on a piece of rib.
"What in ten hells are you yapping’ on about? It don’t matter what she’s called. Just shut your pie hole and eat,” said Roger.
The two men were huddled in a corner of the long-abandoned house while outside, the civilised world has already gone to shit.
“I mean don’t you wanna know who she was?”
Roger patronisingly waved a piece of half eaten shank at his younger brother, “All I know is she was young, she was hot, and bloody hell, does she taste reaaaal good.” Then he took another slobbering bite off the juicy meat of what looked like the girl’s calf as he licked the dripping juices from his lips and fingers.
“You and me, we’re different, Roj,” Ned went on. “I like to know who I’m eating, you know? I go for the, what’s that word? E-so-ter-ic. Like I mean, who was she? What was she like? Don’t you wanna know?”
“You’ve been reading too much nonsense, and to answer your question, nope!”
“I think it makes the meat taste better.”
“What the fuck are you going on about that? It don’t make a bat shit of sense. Meat’s gonna taste the same. Doesn’t make a god damn difference if I’m eating one ass to another ass with a name.”
“Okay, Roj. Then answer me this? Why’d you go after the girl instead of that older guy when we had the chance? Why didn’t you shoot him instead and let her run away? He’s a bigger dude, easier target, more meat to last us through winter. Why not him?”
Roger was silent, save for the slobbering sounds of him chewing on the meat, a little slower this time.
“Now you see, I reckon you shot that girl the same reason I wanted you to. That she was one hot fine piece of ass. So that got me thinkin’. That older fella’s gonna taste the same too, mind you, seasoned with the same barbecue sauce here, coz like you said, people meat’s meat. They all taste the same, like strange pork. Man, woman, chink or nigger. It don’t matter. Not because you wanna fuck her that’s for sure coz I know you like ‘em screaming. But shot that girl you did. So you see, I think you’re missing out the bigger picture here why we do this.”
Still only silence from Roger who threw the tibia bone into the corner with the other half eaten scraps as he contemplated on whether he wanted another piece on the grill.
“That’s because the meat’s special,” Ned continued, looking at his rib as if it was the holy grail itself. “How many hot girls we’d get to eat in this day and age? The least we could do is know her name.” Ned looked drew in a breath carefully. “Denise.” He said the name again with deep relish and almost right after, he could feel an erection start to grow within him. “I am eating Denise.” Wishing he knew her last name, Ned looked back down at the piece of rib he was chewing on. His mind went back to the moment when Roger shot the girl in the back with his S202 Wolverine as her companions ran away, screaming out her name in panicked shock. How he didn’t mind carrying her all the way to their abandoned home for the past two weeks because his hands would be all over her soft ass and boobs that no living girl would let him touch while still breathing. How when they started stripping her of all her clothes, he had half a mind to fuck her there and then, never mind that the young thing was cold and dead, but didn’t because his big brother was there. How he got so completely aroused looking at the girl’s hot young naked body, realizing that she was about to provide them with glorious feminine meat. How surreal it felt when Roger took her pretty little head off with his machete, then turned the rest of her into cutlets steaks and hams no different than any of those sows that he used to work on in the meat factory before the Apocalypse. And how he looked at and played with her butchered parts for the longest time until Roger came up and whacked him upside the head before throwing a lower leg and a couple of ribs on the grill.
“Didn’t you notice,” Ned continued, “she was the only young pretty lady in that whole group of theirs, and we took her from them? Least we could do is to pay respects.”
Roger was still silent, but not for long. With a sigh of resignation, he went up to the fire but not at the lone piece that was left on the grill, a dainty feminine foot, but nearby where the head lay on top of the discarded pile of the butchered girl’s clothing. He grabbed it by the hair and set the head on top of one of the makeshift cardboard box tables and lay it on its stump. “Okay, Ned. I’ll play along if it means shutting you up. Go ahead. Pay your respects.”
Ned finished off his rib, throwing it onto the small bone pile, and brushed aside the tangled chestnut locks on the girl’s head. He had a closer look at her face, and boy, was she pretty as a farmer’s daughter. She couldn’t have been more than twenty. Faint freckles. Natural pouty lips and grey-emerald eyes. The way she died was wrong, but her face didn’t show it. She looked at peace. Cupping her at both cheeks as if how someone would before they are about to kiss a girl, he said thoughtfully, “Dear Denise. We thank you for the bounty you have blessed us with. We hope you didn’t die in too much pain. I hope you’ll be pleased to know that your body would be put to good use. Meat from your ass will feed us for days, and one of that ham of yours we’ll put on the grill tomorrow. We know you put a lot of good effort putting on quality muscle on it from all that walkin’ and runnin’ on account of the ‘pocalyse. I ain’t tried boob and poonies before but I’m mighty curious coz yours look mighty fine. Rest of your parts we’ll keep in the pantry all nicely peppered and salted so you won’t spoil so soon. It should keep long enough in the winter weather that none of you should go to waste. Oh, and you’d be pleased to know that we found a stash of spices from this abandoned home so we’re putting them to good use on you. Hope you approve. So anyway…” He looked over to Roger to see if his older brother had noticed but he had already started to doze off on his mattress, his Stetson over his head. Ned’s erection is almost unbearable now straining against the resistance of his tightening pair of jeans.
“So you won’t mind if I called dibs on her poonies eh, Roj?”
“Knock yerself out,” Roger conceded, and continued under his breath, “fucking weirdo,” before finally going quiet for good.
Ned stared blankly at his sleeping brother for a while, then sensing his moment of privacy, he lifted up the head and planted a passionate kiss onto the girl’s cold dead lips. Then when he was done, he placed the head back onto the box and whispered an “amen.”
Making his way to the grill, Ned picked up the foot and worked on it, breaking it in half like one would a crab and picked off the toes one by one with great relish, singing “one little piggy, two little piggy”. It hadn’t been the first time they’d eaten human flesh, but it sure was the first time Ned had enjoyed it.
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