*CRACK!*

The sound of wood splintering echoed throughout John’s apartment.

John’s head spun in the direction of the sound.

~Double shit.~

A large-nosed being walked into John’s apartment.

For a moment the two stared at each other frozen in place.

“Well…. TRIPLE SHIT!”|

John lunged towards his couch. As John moved the Big Nosed being swung its club at him.

*THUNK!*

The club bounced off the ground narrowly missing John.

John ran straight to the end of the couch on the other side of his room.

“TAKE THIS YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Screamed John.

He put his foot on the armrest of the steel-framed couch which was perfectly lined up with the monster.

With as much force as he could muster, he kicked it in the direction of the creature.

His leg muscles were strong enough to hold his six-hundred-pound body while balancing on one leg.

So it was simple to produce enough force to move the couch.

The couch slammed into the Monster and before it could react the monster was trapped against the wall.

It glared at John as it tried to struggle out of the weight of the couch.

It pushed and squirmed but no matter how hard it tried it could not move the couch.

It had dropped its club in the impact. So it was completely and utterly helpless.

John looked at the monster. Drool was falling from his mouth.

~I wonder how it tastes.~

John walked towards his kitchen.

Near his two fridges, John had a small counter. Under this counter were some cute wooden drawers.

John walked towards one of these drawers and quickly opened them. Inside the drawers were many kitchen knives.

“I really don’t know why I have these knives. I don’t cook.” John said to himself.

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The monster watched on in dread. It could see the writing on the wall.

John pulled a kitchen knife from the drawer and then turned his gaze towards the monster. An inhumane sort of hunger rested in John’s eyes.

The Monster began to struggle even harder. It ferociously slammed its hands into the couch. Terror was locked into its eyes.

John smiled cruelly as he walked towards it. He licked his morbidly obese lips.

“Based on what I’ve seen your people are probably aliens……………….”

“I’ve always wondered what aliens tasted like.”

He was close enough now that he could press his knife against the alien’s throat.

He pressed the knife into the alien’s neck. The alien began to shake and flail furiously.

“AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH!”

Its blows did almost nothing through the thick cushioning of fat around John’s body. Although a few struck him in such a way that they were liable to leave a bruise. The majority of them just made him jiggle.

John slit the alien’s throat. Blood spilled from its throat and onto John’s couch.

John looked down at his couch in irritation.

“Man. Now my couch is stained. There’s no way I’d be able to wash that out.”

About three minutes after its throat was slit, the monster’s desperate flailing stopped.

John put his knife on his blood-soaked couch.

John kicked the couch, trapping the alien to the side. He then grabbed the alien by the armpits. He lifted it into the air and flipped it around so its head would be facing the ground.

He pulled its head back further, opening the cut on its neck and allowing the blood to drain out.

John watched with a content smile on his face as the blood drained from its body.

“You gotta drain it or else it will lose its flavour. That’s what a friend of mine who hunts told me.” John said to himself.

After a few minutes of draining the blood from the alien the flow of blood from its neck began to slow. John believed that meant it was completed. So he walked to his kitchen. And stood there a look of confusion on his face.

~Shit. I usually just buy my food. So I don’t have an oven. I think my neighbour has a kitchen. I’m sure they won’t mind if I use it. It’s the apocalypse after all.~

John turned and walked out of his living room. He walked over the shattered purple door to his apartment, then shuffled out his splintered doorway.

Across from his doorway was a building with a grey door. It was the neighbour’s place

John walked to the door and lightly knocked.

He waited for a minute. There was no response.

He knocked again with greater force. Again, there was no response.

~Ugh. I’m not waiting for them.~

So John kicked the door down.

He then shuffled through the doorway.

He walked into the ridiculously pink apartment. It had flowery pink wallpaper, a pink carpet and a pink ceiling. Even the light bulbs were pink!

John walked through the hallway of the apartment. He’d been here when he was first introduced to everyone in the complex. So he knew the layout.

Further down the hallway, there would be a living room. The kitchen would be in the same area.

John shuffled down the hallway. He looked at the kitchen and living room. It was just as he had remembered it. It had the same bright pink countertops and the same deep pink carpets, along with the pink flower wallpaper. The oven and stove top were also painted in hues of pink. The couch was pink as well and every part other than the screen of the big flat-screen TV Mounted on a small dresser took on a deep pink hue also.

There was only one caveat to this scene. One thing that was entirely out of the ordinary……

A woman with bright pink hair lay prone on the ground. The majority of her body, except for her skull, was severely mutilated. The pink carpet around her was soaked dark red with her blood.

John looked at her body for a few moments. A look of contemplation was on his face. Her name had been destiny.

She had a love for the colour pink and cat videos.

And now she was dead.

John took a deep breath.

~I need a meal now more than ever after seeing that.~ He thought to himself.

He turned and walked right by Destiny’s body. He held the alien in his arms.

He looked at the bight pink oven which destiny would often use for baking.

~Okay. How am I going to do this?~ John thought to himself.

The answer was obvious.

John folded the alien’s body into itself and shoved it into the oven.

He attempted to close the oven but its compressed form offered up some resistance. So like he was packing luggage for a flight he pushed with even greater force until the oven was closed.

He then took the thermometer and set it to the maximum temperature.

John leaned against the countertop and sighed. The scent of sizzling flesh was fresh on his nose.

He glanced over at Destiny’s body.

~I really really need to eat.~