I licked off the blood that flowed from that opened wound. Those wounds throbbed, and the pain they offered came in surges. For one moment they resided, and next they come biting your skin and bones.
I saw Molly, she couldn't care less that the floor was spilled with my red fluid. She ignored me and continue reading her book. I was pissed man, can't she see i am bleeding and am in pain? Was it that difficult to stand up and get some water, first aid, whatever for me, to try to stop that bleeding wound? My anger grew, but i restrained myself, for if i shouted and lose my temper, my wounds might just prove to be more unbearable. I sat still, trying to compose myself, and gathered whatever strength i had left to find the first aid kit. Lets just simply say i am hoping that it would be somewhere in the kitchen. Who knows, this was the first aid kit, its not the first time i am using the first aid kit, to mend those cuts, and we know that i bloody well lost the first aid kit before. How? I do not know.
I continued licking those infected wounds, though infected, i could not stop my thirst for fresh blood, that explained why that broken piece of glass was lying on the table, stained with my precious blood. It felt good to taste blood, better to digest someone else's blood, great to consume an animal's blood.
I stood up and paced towards the kitchen, mouth sucking at the wounds. I don't understand why i keep opening and closing the skin to allow my blood to flow out, only to find another passage to direct the blood back into my body. My hand did the work, but my mind was in a whirl, i could not think straight, too absorbed by my senses, it felt like i am alive, both the pain and ecstasy reminded my existence. Nothing beats that feeling.
'Molly, where is the first aid kit?' i shouted. 'Molly.'
My question remained as it was, and Molly had not moved from her current state of position, the book covering her face.
My eyes drew itself onto the dark sky, and saw the moon and the city left in its rubble, untouched since its destruction. We had nothing to consume but ourselves since they invaded us.
I could not find the first aid kit and was getting desperate, any more loss of blood would result in my loss of life. 'Molly!' i screamed.
Pissed, i walked over to uncover the book from her face, and i saw her distorted face, spilled with blood. Filled with confusion, my eyes would only dart away from the image before me, and it caught sight of a bottle of alcohol.
I must have... I must have...
My mind...I am losing conscious...
I felt the cold hard floor and now my pale skin was painted red...