A Man and his Van

Present

Police scattered throughout the forest. The trail of bodies left in the wake of that particular Thursday was not only plentiful but monstrous. There were multiple killers but none of them were found. All the traces were left to an abandoned spot in a forest with multiple cars resting a few odd miles from each other. Nothing was unique about the vehicles save for one: an ugly black van in a clear state of disarray. Its windows were busted and blood was encased inside in the van. The craziest part about it was the bloody kiss found on its hood. Whoever owned this van was a freak of the highest kind.

Past

The brown van was in disarray. Long scratches littered across the vehicle, possibly from an animal but more likely due to bad driving. You could see the engine from the back, wiggling out to escape but ducktaped to prevent it from doing so. You could hardly call it brown anymore because it looked closer to black which was most likely due to how weathered it was. Yes, the brown van was in disarray and the man driving that van was the same. His name isn’t important so he shall be called “Man”. Man looked homeless and not the clean up well homeless but the barely alive homeless. Dirt caked his body and festered behind the open wounds he refused to close. He was a half a step away from being dead but all he could focus on was the road ahead. An odd road it was. It was gravelly and littered in potholes, bumping the brown van and Man in a static manner. Bump! Bump! Bump! The road was one way so no soul ever passed Man but no soul was even behind him. Trees surrounded Man and his brown van as they pitted along the odd road.

Where was Man going? Honestly, he didn’t know. 5 hours ago he heard a piercing ring. It was so loud and powerful that blood dripped out of both Man’s ears. He landed face first on the ground and began to cry not like a man but like a baby. He babbled incoherently, crying for his mother and father but found no solace. He had luckily not been in public at the time so he was spared any embarrassment because soon after the tears he began to piss himself. He hadn’t needed to pee beforehand but out it came and a waterfall was made. Man cried and pissed himself for a better part of 30 minutes before another piercing ring entered his ears. The tears and pissed paused and Man quickly got up and left the current place he was in. He could have changed or freshened up but those things were no longer important. Nothing was anymore. He spotted his brown van in disarray, got in, and rode out into the world. He didn’t know where he was going but the beauty of the world was its mystery.

Currently, he used his left hand to absentmindedly scratch out the dried blood from his ears. It crackled and flaked and a rough gurgle supplanted itself in Man’s stomach. He swallowed the dried blood from his fingers but it didn’t satiate his hunger. Tears almost began to run down his face but he held strong for a while at least.

Bump! Bump! Bump! The brown van kept bumping along the odd road with Man hungry as can be. He didn’t feel as strong as he did before and clutched the wheel with his dominant hand as the hunger pains increased. He whimpered and simpered but it did him no good. The hunger was eating at him! How dare it! He was hungry! Only he had that right! As he drove, Man began to bang his head at the steering wheel. HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HELP! Man stopped. The brown van in disarray on the odd road stopped too. A voice so loud that it pierced through Man’s windo-! Nevermind, the windows were cracked. HELP! It got closer! Man’s curiosity peaked so he parked his brown van and leapt out of the seat. Trees still stretched out as far as he could see so he waited with bated breath as the cries grew closer and closer.

HELP! The shouter burst through the trees and fell onto the odd road. The shouter was a man like Man but much more put together and dare I say handsome? Shouter would have been some serious eye candy if his eyes weren’t missing. Only dark sockets stood in place of them and red hot blood dripped profusely from them. His right arm bent in a weird way and he didn’t have any finger on his left hand. He was also naked but the deformities seemed like they should be mentioned first. HELP! Shouter begged out again, trying to get to his feet, wondering if anybody was near him when he heard the gurgle of a stomach. Shouter turned to the direction of the sound, a look of relief slowly blossoming on his face.

“Thank God! Listen, I-I been getting chased for hours! T-They ripped my eyes out and I…ohhh…I can’t see. My arm! P-Please!”

Man’s stomach bubbled with hunger. Let’s not play dumb, we all know what is going to happen. It is best if it isn't so deeply described but perhaps a sample of the beginning shall suffice. Man walked slowly to Shouter and collapsed beside him. He reached towards Shouter, grabbing the nub that was his left hand. Shouter was so happy in those seconds but that happiness soon gave way to confusion and terror. Man bit down on the nub as hard as he could and when that fresh blood entered his mouth it was heaven on Earth. HELP! HELP! HE-! It is quite hard to talk when you don’t have a throat.

Man, satisfied as can be, bumped along the odd road in his brown van which was still in disarray. Tears ran down his cheeks as he licked his face. They didn’t stop no matter how much he willed them but he soon forgot to care. He still didn’t know where he was going or what he was searching for but he knew that the answer was getting closer. His stomach grumbled not with hunger but rather nausea. He cursed himself for overeating and let the sensation of pain from both his constant crying and rupturing stomach lead him to victory. Bump! Bump! Bump! Halt!

Yes, he was there. The brown van in disarray said goodbye to the odd road as it turned off into the trees. The brown van and its Man missed the solitary static of the bumps but began to appreciate the crunching that the wheels did to the sticks and plants of the forest. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! The brown van crunched along the vegetation for a few solitary seconds before a piercing sound flew out. It shattered the glass of all of the windows in the brown van,

puncturing one of the Man’s eyes and stabbing his throat. Blood gushed from the points annoyingly but the Man didn’t care all too much because he had heard. He knew what he had to do. He parked his brown van which was in a bigger state of disarray and got out of his seat. He felt weak and faint but was strong enough to close the van’s door and give it a bloody kiss on the hood. Yes, an event sadder than most.

Man crunched away from the brown van. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! He felt closer and closer and despite his body swaying and his leftover eye darkening, all he could feel was joy. He crunched along the forest and was barely able to contain himself as bloody tears dripped from both of his eyes. A group of people on their knees kneeling down to their cut off ears. They were all in a circle and inside of that circle was a being which can’t be described. The thing they had which was akin to an arm beckoned Man forward, a breach of the circle was left purposefully open. Man kneeled down on the ground and welcomed the loudest noise ever thought possible. It blew off his ears but before they could scatter to either side of them the being caught them and settled them down in front of Man. The massive blood loss was unavoidable and with clarity Man understood that his peers weren’t silently kneeling but were in fact dead. So he went with the crowd.