#kinda rushed but i'm on nightquil cuz i'm sick

[leighcest]

SAWTOBER DAY 3:

HUNGER.

(massive trigger warning for cannabalism and gore. you have been warned.)

Hunger was Adam's single enemy.

 

The gnawing in his gut got worse as the days went by, until eventually it was louder than his screams.

 

Saying he didn't think about the body in front of him was a lie. Animalistic instincts and a need for something to fill the devouring sensation bubbling in him threatened to take over.

 

Just far enough he has to reach, and just close enough he can. The mental struggle of his actions was worse than the hunger itself.

 

He examined the body. Brains, blood, and bits of skull everywhere. Adam felt sick, and it didn't take long for him to promptly throw up acid in the bathtub. He's not sure how there's still enough content in him.

 

Zepp's skin is discolored. Cold. When Adam pokes it, it is somehow stiff and loose at the time. Sharp, rough breaths are thrown out of his mouth. Cries exit his sore throat as a bitter taste fills his mouth. Adam's not sure if it's the metallicity of his blood from biting his lip or the later. The sensation was enough to make him hurl over.

 

Rinse and repeat.