Murderer...murderer...

He murdered my friend... he killed him, cold blood, threw him downstairs like trash…and now, since Urabe ran away, and I didn't find Kirisaki…I'm all alone. And I'm not only alone…

I'm starving…

I want something, anything I can eat…even if it was the worst grossest thing possible, I just want food… I've walking through the hallway for a while, not to mention the time we've been stuck in here… and my counciense might go off at any minute. Every thing is starting to get blurry and dark…is this supposed to happen? I don't feel like myself…

'Who's that in the end of the halIway?'. I saw a small red blurr, sitting down groaning. 'Shimada? Is that him? I thought he had left us…' the thoughts passed through my head at the moment, but for some reason I was already walking towards him, I had planned to do that anyways, so I didn't pay much attention. I looked down at him before saying anything, he seemed hurt. I look down at his foot, it was badly twisted. 'Poor thing…twisted foots don't hurt that much after a while, he must've tripped not long ago…'

"Shimada? What happened?"

He looked at me surprised, but soon relaxed, still groaning. "Twisted my fuckin' foot, ain't ya' seein', idiot?! Or did the booby traps got ya' blind?"

Now that wasn't very nice of him…

He just sat there. When I took a closer look, I noticed a small wound on his arm, it was bleeding. And that called my attention, more than it should. It had suck a pretty color and texture…it seemed like strawberry juice…and was getting me more and more hungry. I got my face closer to his arm, not sure if he was looking or noticed, and my breathing… it was heavy, unhuman…'just a small lick…it won't do bad to anyone…he won't even notice it…'

I felt a strong hand hit my face and push me away. "The fuck is your problem!? What were you trying to do?!" he yelled at me, still trying to push me away, but for some reason, I tried to push against his strength, even when he was clearly stronger than me.

I looked down at his hand for a moment, the same blood that came from his arm, also goes to his hand…and rest of his body…the thought kept streaming through my head, it was an unhuman idea…it was the worst thing I could do at the time…but my mind was empt, it was the only thing I could think of…I didn't want to but…

I was just so hungry…

I opened my mouth wide, and bit his hand extremely harshly. Shimada took a few minutes to realize what just happened before trying to pull his hand away. Idiot. The only thing he was getting from that was a fucked hand. He was just helping to rip the skin to get to the flesh, I swear to got I felt my teeth touch a bone but it could have been my imagination…

The blood streamed from his wound to my mouth. Fuck. It tasted good. It wasn't different from meat, it was just a little more juicy, and lightly sweeter. At the moment I was smirking widely, I wanted to take his whole hand away, but he managed to pull away from me.

He held his hand groaning even more at the pain, after a while he just glared at me and growled.

"You fucking CUNT! Why the heck did you fucking do that, huh?!"

I didn't answer, just looked blankly at him, blinking, the thoughts flew across my mind, some saying no, some saying yes, I was so hungry, I couldn't even think straight at the moment. But it was covering my mind, and I didn't manage to hold back. A wide smirk appeared across my face as I dashed towards him and jumped onto him, pushing him down sitting by his legs.

He just stared at me like an idiot, as I reached one of his pockets, getting his precious, stupid pocket knife from him, he tried to reach it, but a quick swing down on his hurt hand shut him down. I couldn't figure what was wrong with me, but I couldn't hold it back either…I swang his knife across his stomach and chest, ripping off his black shirt, making him let out a growl-like yell saying 'What the fuck'. I don't blame him. I accidentally also hit the buttons in his pants and some of his underwear, it might have given him the wrong idea because he told me to fuck off, trying to use both hands to push me away.

He got me down for a little, but the asshole let his arms next to me, giving me a chance to pin him down. Wow. This looked so wrong. By the look on his face I was almost sure he thought I was going to harass him. But nah, that wasn't the case. I needed both hands, so I'd have to keep him down.

I kept his hands one under the other, 'the knife…it should be enough to kept him still…'. I got the knife on both his hands. I heard a sound I never heard from him before, a yell of pain. Now it had to have at least hurt his bone, he wouldn't be moving his hand anytime soon…

He yelled for a short while and started to breathe heavily. Without the knife…I would have to use my hands to do this...

Pressing my hands to his stomach, I tried using my nails, and slowly sank my fingers past the skin to the flesh, the sickening feeling of raw meat and thick blood surrounding my fingers is what got me completely off my own control, everything I heard was muffled and my vision once again became blurry, I couldn't see much of the beautiful red blood…

I wanted more, so much more, I opened Shimada's stomach, and ran my hands across the flesh and meat of his guts, leaning down to pick some of it with my mouth and start to chew it in place, like a wild animal eating carcass, except for the fact my prey was still alive. It sounded cruel at first, but then again, Shimada wasn't all that innocent…

It felt so good, sometimes I would hear squishy sounds every time I bit something, I started to pull the flesh with my, swallow more and more as the agonizing screams of my meal filled the corridors. It started as cussing, and some light squirming, but now they were screams of pain and desperation, whines, continuous begging for me to stop. But I couldn't.

The blood, it was fresh, and it smelled…nice. Not like the corpses around, those were rotten, old, and smelly. They were filled in maggots and didn't look good either, with such a faded and awful color. This wasn't… the flesh was light red, sometimes pink or a faded color, almost like the teen's red hair. It was fresh. And his heart was still pounding, giving him more and more taste every time. The blood was beautifully sick crimson color, juicy…

The sound it made when it ripped, it was almost like a turn on, the guts, the flesh, I even found his stomach but…left it there. The intestines…looked gross at first…but were so, so sweet… but every bite I gave, more and more thoughts flew across my mind.

'That's a human'

'That's your classmate'

'You're eating your classmate'

I shook them off many times even though they were right, but it didn't matter now anyway, all that mattered now was get as much as I could before going away. God knew when or if I'd ever find food again, and starvation is the last way I'd want to die…besides, it was like eating normal meat, but it was raw…and it was cannibalism.

A last bite, as I looked down at the cut I made, it was much bigger now, and much bloodier. Most of the meat I left drip from my maw fell down to his sides, carried away by the overflowing blood streams on his body.

I got away from his stomach, satisfied with my meal, and looked down at Shimada. I blinked a few times at the sight, his mouth was filled with blood, and he was looking up blankly at the roof, his eyes were practically half dead, and to my own shock, filled in tears. Of course, I'd cry too if my hands were stabbed and I was being eaten alive. His breath was calm but distorted and he seemed to be in a lot of pain.

I was the one to make him suffer. I made him feel so much pain, the least I could do…is finish it off for him. Leaving him here to die from blood loss would have been worse than what I did…

I simply took the knife from his hand and tilted his head up, looking down below his chin into his neck, moments after I can still eat some more anyways… it'll take a while until his corpse rotten.

And after all…

I still had 6 more classmates…