Cannibal Storm

I blinked a few times before I could actually open my eyes.

They seemed to be caked in something sticky.

I peeled them open with my finger nails and looked at the world in a way I had never seen it before. In life we all have moments of clarity. When looking back through your memories you remember being a child more clearly or you may see yourself years ahead in the future. This was how I was seeing the world right now, except this was different, Different, and cleaner somehow, and Pure.

I was lying in bed; the clock next to me was flashing 5 AM in red. My wife was next to me sleeping; her arms up above her head with her naked firm breasts pulled up. I vaguely remembered the orange storm that woke me around 3am that had given me unsettled dreams.

I rolled over to her gently and bit her left tit off in one brutal maul. It didn't come away easily, and I had to pull my head from side to side like a plagued ravaged beast. She screamed awake and looked at me for help. I clasped her head and pushed my thumbs deep into her eye sockets, right up to the knuckles. While in this position, I leaned across and bit her nose off. I decided to eat this along with some of the tit, which I was still chewing.

When I was a boy, I had watched an amazing documentary with David Attenborough talking about Hyenas and how they would eat an animal alive, starting with the rear end. This was again a moment of pure clean thought that overpowered my spirit. She had stopped screaming now and was whimpering unconsciously. I pushed her onto her side and spat the flesh out across the room. I parted her butt cheeks and reached in to her ass hole with both hands. With a couple of strong pulls I managed to rip it wide enough to squeeze my head in and gorge. I was pleasantly surprised I didn't need to come out for air, which was most convenient due to my ravenous hunger. After approximately 40 minutes I had eaten most of her intestines along with various other organs.

I took a shower and got dressed and left the house for work. I had to step over the mail man on the path out front, as his head had been cracked open and his brains eaten. I looked through the post, spread across the ground and found nothing for me except some junk mail. I passed another 3 half eaten corpses on the way to the car. On the radio there was talk of the storm the night before, and something about how thousands of people had rung in and all had spoken of them seeing the world with a new, cleaner perception.
Other than that I thought it was a beautiful day.