He was thinking about it. I know he was. He was looking at me like one of those cartoons where the Coyote sees the Roadrunner as a cooked chicken. He was thinking about eating me.
So I stabbed him. I had to. He would have killed me in my sleep. I didn't give him the chance. Bastard.
I didn't kill him because I wanted to eat him. That would be gross and disgusting. That would be wrong. I killed him because he was going to kill me.
But it would be wrong to just leave his body here, when I can use it to survive.
When I can solve my food problem.
I'm not...I'm not going to take much. Just what I need. Just what I need.
-- April Chase
Riiiiiiight. Who are you trying to convince, exactly? Because you sure as hell aren't convincing me. Lying, devious little murderer.
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