We Open In A Park With Two High School Seniors. They Know Each Other, But Arent Exactly What Youd Call

We open in a park with two high school seniors. They know each other, but aren’t exactly what you’d call friends, just aquaintences.

(I don’t own the image)

Tommy: Wait, so you’ll let me do it then!

Brandon: Yep!

T: Thanks, but you sure?

B: Yes, I just have one quid pro quo; one thing I want off the bucket list.

T: Sure, what is it?

B: I want to eat someone.

T: No that’s ridiculous, it’s much more efficient if I ate both of you.

B: Yeah, but you’re gonna help me do this.

T: Or I could just force you down now.

B: No you can’t because you won’t dismiss a willing prey, sure the hell not when you’re dying to know what it feels like to consume a Pred with his own guy kicking around in there.

T: You’re right, let’s do this!

Poor Jon didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.

(Tommy [left] will consume Brandon [right] a few hours later)

I know COVID times has been hard for most people, but personally I’m loving it. Just take today as example. While before I’d have to be discrete, stalking a guy and drag him alone in an alleyway or spend money on drinks and lure him home just to get a decent meal, but now when I’m hungry, I just go to the local coffeeshop, quickly slide down my mask to stuff a anti-masker down my throat and people treat me like a hero. I gotta say, I never thought that in 2020 sending a guy to his death in your belly in public would garner applause.

Welp folks, I just pulled a major oof. Usually I think that I have a pretty good control over my hunger. Yes, I indulge, but I’m usually pretty smart about it. Today while mountain biking though, I slipped. Maybe it was because of me forgetting breakfast or not bringing any snacks or something about bicycle shorts that make guys look more appetizing. Due to probably all three compounded I pounced on this guy looking at the map. He was probably only 20 or 21, average height with the average build of a guy who works out, but doesn’t prioritize it too much. We had a little small talk and he seemed nice enough, though that didn’t apparently seem to matter. Without thinking, I got off my bike, walked over and shoved my open mouth over his brown hair. Now what? I was almost out of steam to begin with, but now I’m carrying a 150 lbs man on top of that. I really could’ve planned this out better. I thought of letting him out and getting someone by my car, but I run the risk of him also being a Pred. I got him from the back. He didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. It would be hard to fend him off and even though I’d be saving his life, he probably wouldn’t be too happy about me trying to steal it in the first place. Oh well, gotta start heading back sometime. It’s only about a mile and I’ve gone farther full when walking, just wish it wasn’t so bumpy.

The next afternoon

Huh, lost that bet.

He didn’t like it, but he refused to show it. Despite trying his very hardest the last 4 years it ultimately didn’t matter, ‘cause there he was, sliding into the star freshman. He couldn’t really complain too much, for he had been on the other end of this not too long ago. Easily two dozen or so former players had ended their high school careers in his intestines, so it was only fair he’d have the same fate. Still a bit bittersweet, though. I’ll never understand why he went through with it. I mean he could’ve easily flipped the table and even have a fighting chance of taking on the team, but he didn’t. He dearly wanted to live, but to him there was something with more value than life: honor. I’ll never begin to comprehend his decision, but a part of me has to respect the guy.

That look when you realize what getting eaten actually entails, but your pride says it’s too late to back out.