It's been a month since I ran away from that orphanage, and I have been busy trying not to get caught by police.
After what I did in the orphanage, it looks like police are after me; of course the news of what I did was kept in the dark...because they definitely knew I did it, because of the finger prints I left in the crime scene and my DNA on that skeleton, and another reason is because they don't want to make the population scared of a crazy cannibal kid running around in Tehran.
I've been avoiding these fuckers by just living in the lower parts of the city and eating anything I get my hands on...but that fucking hunger is going to come again, making me lose my sanity, so I just need to eat some fresh meat to get that off my mind, and oh boy, do we have food in these parts of the city!
These parts are mostly run by gangs, drug dealers, and kidnappers; suffice to say that it's just a bunch of lowlifes that live here, and it makes it the worst area for me to be! Why? Because I'm weak as fuck right now! God emperor protects, but really, do I have any like here?!
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I think I know what to do. I just have to go to the upper levels of this city where the middle class lives and find a good quirk user. Yes, it's a bad idea because it will make me public, and people will definitely make a manhunt for a cannibal in their city... so I just have to kill someone who lives alone or far away from the city.
Nah, the options are bad because I don't know how to find someone who lives alone or how to get to someone who lives outside of the city.
So I just need to kill someone in the dead of night in the darker parts of streets, where it's perfect for me to see. With my dark and heat vision, I can easily kill someone with some good strikes. You may ask how I can do that when I'm like a zombie? Well, in my regiment I was trained in hand-to-hand combat, which is really rare for us to know about as guardsmen, but we did... never used it outside the practice, though. Besides that, I feel my body got stronger when I ate that kid, so I am probably going to stop looking like a zombie someday...right?
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It was 1 am, and a young man, around 20, was walking to his home after a long day of drinking and partying.
"God, I shouldn't have drunk so much" he says to himself as he walks to his home. It's true he was drunk, but at least he knew where he was going, and with his quirk that makes his jaw and teeth strong enough to bend iron, he felt he was safe enough to walk alone at night.
He was taking the same route he always took when going home, so he didn't ever think this was he's last day he's walking these streets.
As he was walking in the empty streets, he felt he's being watched.
Looking around and seeing nothing, he continues his walk until he reaches his house.
"Sigh, I thought I was being followed" he says to himself, taking his key out to place inside his yard door. Before he knew what's going on, he got his head slammed into the door, then felt 2 hands on his neck.
"W-wh- *crack*" Before he could even understand what's going on, his neck snapped, killing him instantly.