After the two boys finished with the gruesome job of gutting another person they took their portion and headed towards their hideouts. Before the job was done the fifteen-year-old had discussed a few things with Billy such as where their hideouts were located in the city. Finally, Billy arrived at his hideout, exhausted, and distressed. He stared at the portion of flesh he got. am... am I a monster?... I have to eat this... it's the only food I have... Billy began the process of cooking the flesh using a semi-operational grill he found in the broken down house. Billy began drooling over the sizzling human flesh. As he turned it over he got a whiff of the juicy, tender, intoxicating smell of grilled meat. This would be the first fresh meal he would remember eating... and it was human flesh.

The flesh after cooked was slightly stringy as Billy took a bite he dry heaved but managed to get the whole meal down. It tasted strange..... Good. The next day he ventured once more outside and found himself around two to three miles down the road. Billy sees something peculiar in the distance, a fully operational building with turrets attached to the top. One of the said turrets detached from the roof and formed legs and arms that ended in guns.

"Hey boy what the fuck are you doing in this part of town? Go home!" said the voice coming from the turret.

"You can speak!?" Billy said astonished.

"No shit." said the turret sarcastically.

As Billy kept staring at the building. "Hey, can I get in there?"

"No, it's dangerous in there boy now go the duck home before I shoot your sorry ass excuse for a man" the turret exclaimed as a final warning.

Billy spots an alleyway behind the turret. Wanting to see what's inside the building Billy makes a dash for the alleyway being a child he is slightly faster but doesn't make it in time. A dull stinging pain erupts in Billy's backside. As he looks towards the ground he sees a beanbag. 

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"I said go home boy" repeated the turret. 

"Why can't I go in here?" Billy questioned in pain.

"Because you are probably wanting to loot what's inside and well the front door is locked and the back door is guarded by what is said to be my older brother Timmy" explained the turret.

"Oh, yea and I'm Bill... Bill the turret" said Bill

"Oh...." Billy sighed.

"Well, there is another place you can probably loot... the man who lives there is crazy though he ate a car... With a plastic fork, " Bill said. 

"Wel, I guess I'll try," Billy said looking down at his left mangled arm remembering the last time he attempted to steal.

"Oh you need that fixed?" asked Bill.

"Yea its been broke for a while" Billy sighed.

"Well bring it over here then" exclaimed Bill.

After a short snap, a few cracks and pops and a spray of some sort Billy's arm was perfectly mended.

"Wow thanks, Bill" said Billy fully of gratitude.

Bill then guided Billy to Crazy Earl's house. Bill then knocked on the door and with no answer he blew down the door with almost a three foot by three foot completely chainmail beanbag.

"Open says me BITCH" yelled Bill while entering.

"Ow Fuck you, you stupid piece of shit turret get this god damned door off me!" Crazy Earl said flailing from underneath the door. 

"Shut the fuck up Earl" Bill replied nonchalantly.

Billy then began to search the downstairs. Finding only a plastic card. Then about to leave Bill emits a light at Billy.

"Hey boy you know eating human flesh causes mutations and is illegal right?" Bill questioned.

"It is?" asked Billy.

"Yea. Ya know I outta take you to the orphanage so you can get a proper education." Bill stated.

"First you gotta get rid of that meat." Said Bill.

Billy then took the leftover flesh placed it in a nearby vent walked on top of the door that was on top of Earl and dropped the metal shard that he had kept from the boy he had killed on top of the door.

"Hey boy what did you just put on top of me?!" Earl shouted.

"A bomb" Billy said jokingly.

"WHAT... OH SHIT! IMMA CALL THE POLICE! YOU BRAT!" Screamed Earl from under the door.

Bill and Billy both rounded the corner realizing that he wasn't joking, waited, and listened. Shortly after a peacekeeper patrol car arrived. Some casual chatter, some laughter, and yelling later. Earl came out in handcuffs, entered the patrol car and left with the peacekeeper.

"Well, that's that I guess" stated Bill.

Bill then proceeded to emit a different light.