Six days of the night

Author’s note: again another gory story. Sorry I couldn’t help. And as usual, this is R-rated

If death is imminent, there would end all my woes – Davinson.

Day 1

I never knew how I got into this cave. The last thing I ever remember was spending the time with my family, I closed my eyes when my daughter planted a kiss on my cheek and when I opened my eyes, I was in this cave. No light, no water, no food. I shouted at the top of my voice. But there is no human soul in the audible horizon.

The first few hours have passed, with me trying to find a way out of the cave. Within a few hours I realized that my efforts were futile and there is no way out, considering the fact that the entire place is pitch-dark.

Day 2

My vision is of no use. I have to entirely rely on my hearing instincts. I slept for most of the time to reduce my metabolism rate and save energy. Nevertheless, my intestines wriggled under the quenching thirst and hunger. Just as I was about to faint, I heard something move close in my vicinity. Having developed an acute sense of prudence based on hearing, I picked up a stone and flung it in the direction of the sound. I heard a loud thud and I rushed towards it. It’s a creature, a human being.

When survival matters, man can go to any extent. Plunging a stone deep into the human being, mindless of whether it is dead or alive, I drank to my heart content. Within a few minutes, the entire blood coagulated and I decided to cut open the body and feed on the edible parts. I tore apart the skin below the rib cage and pushed my hand deep into the body searching for the liver.

I seemed to have reclaimed vitality. I haven’t even wondered from where the being came from.

Day 3

A horrible stink emanated from the dead carcass. And I started to wonder on what I should feed on today. And the other major problem is the smell emanating from the feces. I had no option but to live with these. I would walk across the rocks until I reach a peak and again I would start tumbling down. Today, I hurt myself so badly. My condition became worse, but I still had the longing to live. My family, what happened to them, where are they?

Day 4

My condition worsened day by day. No food yesterday topped with the wound and the flies and bacteria infecting it, I knew that I wasn’t gonna live too long. My head was already reeling and the strength in me fading slowly. I have developed a penchant for blood that I started to lick my own wound. Gross. But if you were in such a situation, you would also be doing the same thing. And believe me, you would be doing it, actually.

And when my hands were trembling on account of lots of insulin burning out the glucose in my blood, I again heard a sound in the cave. Life, I thought and my life sprang back, with me drawing all the left over energy and rushing towards it.

Even as the being fought for its dear life, my life is dearer to me. And I raised the stone, killing it. Blood splattered all over my face. I slowly move my hand over the body. It’s a female, I could sense that. And then tearing apart the skin, I fed on all edible portions. I licked my fingers clean. That was a great meal, I had in days together.

Day 5

This can’t happen to me. I won’t indulge in more cannibalistic acts. I would rather find out from where these beings are coming from and would find my way out. What am I going to say if my own daughter asks me, what I did these days to survive?

My wound became worse and I just wanted to die a peaceful death.

Day 6

Today, I heard something soft rolling down the rocks. As I reached for the same, it’s a human being but it’s very small, probably a kid. It wasn’t talking but making some sounds. I couldn’t understand them. Yesterday, I haven’t eaten anything. With the failing health and degenerated moral values, I decided to cut open the kid too.

I ripped apart the clothes and as I was about to silence the kid by hitting it with a stone, a fatherly love in some corner of my heart told me not to kill the kid. I put the boulder onto the ground and started to cry out loud.

After crying for some time, I raised the boulder and dropped it heavily.

Day 7

‘Archer, we found the hideout, its 30 km from San Andreas’ the voice from the other end of the phone said. Detective Archer made his way to the cave deep in the woods.

‘Look at these bodies, they were killed and eaten up. You see their mouths, they were stitched and so they couldn’t talk. Four bodies in all, in a highly decomposed state and eaten up partially…’ even before he could finish the recording, ‘Detective, we found one more body’ and Archer rushed towards it.

In the gleaming beam of the torches, detective saw a body of a man, with his head crushed under the boulder. And he heard a low moan from another direction. He rushed towards the moan, and rescued a kid and the medics took care of her afterwards.

‘This is one of the goriest murders I have ever seen. We suspect serial killer Jack’s role in these murders. All the deceased belong to the Davinson family. Except for Mr. Davinson who was found dead with his head crushed under the boulder, all the others had their mouths stitched and eaten up. The only survivor is the Davinson’s kid who’s undergoing treatment at the hospital now’ and Archer finished writing his preliminary report.