And the Scum. That shit really got me down. Usually, I still had something that resembled hope in my heart. Somewhere in a shadowy corner it lurks, no doubt. Obscured by the terror. I can feel them though. Stalking through the gloom with boils seeping off their mutated heads shaped like a pumpkin beaten brutally. Creatures! Still human, but not quite. And that is all it takes, just a little modification. They walked on two feet and all that other scientific mumbo jumbo that makes something a human, but there was something missing. Something in the eyes. I tried not to look into those eyes for too long. It can turn the soul of a man. And no matter how deep you burrowed into yourself, those damn eyes, those demon eyes, could still find you and break you. Crush your already delicate spirit. But once in a while, when we got our hands on one of those hu-mans, we’d bring our anger and terror with us. I guess you could say we weren’t human for what we did to those sons of bitches but I couldn't give a damn about what you think. Nothing lives here but the skeleton remains of a time we’d much rather forget. Yet there they were, forcing us to see what a human really is. A disgusting rotting corpse from the day of birth.
So make it count. I’d tell myself that while enduring a scum storm or after a raid on the hu-man encampment, I said it aloud, so nobody misses out. No one else got the irony or maybe they did and it was just too morbid to acknowledge the humor of our situation and laugh. But fuck all that, says I. This is hell; we are in the inferno, man. Get hip to that and you’ll live longer. Everyday we see dozens of ripe human bodies, the terror of that moment stuck in the one eye that hasn’t been plucked clean from their skull. So I tried to make jokes, but thats all we had.
The others kept going, but I stayed behind in a house we came upon a few months ago. It’s a beautiful Victorian way out in the country, so beautiful it could only be a hallucination, and I’ve taken enough drugs to be onto the brink of madness.
Cory Bennet lives here and there, but mostly in Northern California where he attends school and lays around with his Rottweiler. This is his second publication on Flash Faction Offensive.