In Sunlight, In Sunlight...

Where: School, random dessert.
When: Sophomore Year. March
Who: Myself, a lunch lady, a killer, 2 woolly mammoths.

It began as a regular day. I was sitting in my 3rd period class. It looked as if I was looking out the window at the football field, when in actuality I was watching the raindrops race down the class, secretly cheering in my head for the one on the right to win. The rain that had entertained me so had stopped by the end of 4th period. After 5th it was time for lunch. The school seemed almost empty that day. The dish the cafeteria was serving was labeled 'Mystey Meat'. I'm serious. I rolled my eyes and made my way into the lunch line. 

I tried to avoid getting the mystery meat and just get a side or something, but before I could move through to the corn, a big old heap of mystery meat was plopped upon my plate. Being an EXTREMELY picky eater, I can't stress that enough, I was immediately pissed off.

"What the hell is this?"

I asked, trying my hardest to keep my cool.

"Don't be curious... You're holding up the line."

The lunch lady said to me. I went on my way, even though there was no one behind me.

I threw away the disgusting slop that had taken over my styrofoam tray.

Furious, I walked out the door in the cafeteria and started walking towards the woods in the back of the school.

 Where I am the climate is pretty regular. Hot, humid summers, cold sometimes snowy winters. Sub tropic, I don't know. What I'm getting at is that there is in no way any possibility that there could be a desert near me.

 My point for this bit of information is that after walking into the woods for about five minutes, I stumbled upon a desert. Yes, in the middle of my little south eastern town, there was a desert. It was no more than 50x50 feet. I walked to the edge and went further in. In the very center of this desert, lay two giant woolly mammoths. They were on their sides and unmoving. As the breeze moved through the trees and lightly tossed my hair, I smelled it.

It smelled like something I had only smelled in previous dreams. So technically, nothing I had ever smelled before. It was awful. Terribly difficult to describe, sort of like feces and rotten milk, yet it had a sweet, tart smell to it. I gagged as my body fell back on to the sand. I landed hard on my elbows. As I picked myself up I saw that one of the mammoths had something protruding from it's stomach.

There was a human arm sticking out of it's swollen, furry belly. As I got closer I could see that the mammoth's abdomen had been sloppily sewn together, thus it's inner contents were falling out.

It's inner contents being human bodies.

As I turned around I was faced with the other immense, furry, prehistoric animal's back. My curiosity sky rocketing, I walked around to the front of the second mammoth. What ever had been keeping that mammoth together had been ripped apart, whole human bodies were visible, barely staying together. Like a brick wall without mortar, the stacked bodies were struggling to stay as one within the belly of the mammoth. I could clearly make out faces in the rotten stuffing. The one of an old woman had caught my eye. It just looked... Fresh I guess... I stroked the side of the unbloodied cheek, it was still warm.

Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard footsteps coming from the foresty part of the area. In the distance I could see a man in blood stained overalls and a jean ball cap. He was carrying two more bodies, ready to place them in his mammoth containers, I could only assume. Knowing if I was seen I would be caught, I'm not a fast runner, I did what I had to. I slid into the mammoth's agape stomach. On the verge of throwing up, I slipped past the moist, bloody bodies with ease. I was in a position to where I could see the outside. I heard his footsteps, almost silent in the sand, gradually get closer. My body tensed up and I held my breath. I could hear him breathing, slowly and with effort. Over the smell of the rotting flesh, I could smell the feint smell of Swisher peach cigars.

I could see his big, nasty hand, with long fingernails as dirty as Lindsay Lohan's mouth, stroke the same old woman's face. I cringed at the sight, while still trying to keep my silence. He stroked her face for about 12 seconds before he made his way to her chin. With his hand in that area beneath the chin and the neck, he forcefully shoved his hand through her fragile, dying skin. It slowly bled as he kept going through the rest of her head. He twisted his arm around, mercilessly treating her head like a fruit in a juicer. He had made his way through her soft skull and out the top of her head, his fingers tangled in the thin blood stained white hair. He pulled his hand back down, clasping portions of brain and skull in his hand. His hand disappeared. I could hear him deeply sniff what was in his hand. Once he finished he thrust his hand in my direction. Again, my body tightened like a noose. His grimy hand crept towards my face until my cheek and his hand made contact. He stroked my face in the same manner as the old woman's. Seconds after he had done that he made his way down to my chin. His fingernails scraped the bottom of my chin when I screamed at the top of my lungs. His hand jolted back as I began to push bodies out of my way. The pile of bodies began to fall apart. A bundle of them slid out of the belly and landed on the ground. I could see the man drop to his knees and pick them up and attempt to put them back. As I ran out I pulled on a dead strangers arm, bringing another group of bodies my way. They continued to fall as I ran. I looked behind me to see that the mass of bodies had fallen apart and landed on the man. I felt relieved until I saw a hand shoot up from the wreckage. The only thing left to do was run. That's exactly what I did.

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