The Darkness Within – Excerpt 10
The next part filled me with revulsion, but it had to be done. I bit into Imre’s neck and tore off a chunk of flesh which I tried to chew. I found this difficult to do, but if I were to survive I had too. I chewed and swallowed, then sucked and drank some of Imre’s blood, it tasted a little salty and metallic, but it was sustenance and that was all that mattered at that time.
After my meal, if you can call a deliberate act of cannibalism that, I fell into a stupor and dozed off to sleep. I woke soon after, retching uncontrollably, I think that the raw meat had disagreed with my stomach. I resolved next time to chew it more and try to digest it properly.
Eventually I managed to get some fitful sleep, Interspersed with the images of my Childhood, Vampires, Werewolves and the like, not ideal dream material considering my circumstances.
As far as I can recall, this situation continued for three days, The tearing off of bite sized chunks of flesh, the deliberate chewing and the slow digestion followed by the drinking of blood. It became almost a ritual, but if I were to survive, a very necessary one.
In my sleep, I had been bitten quite badly by the rats, there were many of them underground. They would avoid a group of men, but one dead man and the other delirious was fair game to them. I spent most of the time delirious, sliding in and out of consciousness, I was weak from lack of real sustenance and the cold damp atmosphere and perpetual darkness were not helping.
Even when I was awake and reasonably lucid, all my thoughts were focused on the solid wall of rock that marked the boundary of my prison. I hated that wall with an intensity I would find hard to explain. I think that to keep sane I had to focus, so I focused all of my hatred on the solid wall of rock.
(C) Damian Grange 2018