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The Lizard

I led a quiet life, or rather, I tried my best. For as long as I can remember my small little coastal town has been plagued by proxy wars, rebels against police, rebels against rebels, PMC's against families... I could go on. However, there's one day that stands out most in my mind, and that is the day I am going to describe to you.

It was early morning, I'd just woken up, and was getting used to my surroundings. I sat down at my kitchen table, and put some bread in my toaster, when a gunshot sounded. At first I thought I was simply imagining it, but then another sounded, and another, followed by blood curdling screams. I threw myself out of my chair and carefully checked the window. A PMC group was walking through the middle of the town, killing anyone who happened to be on the street. Without thinking I ran to my basement, locking the door tight. The screams just continued, becoming louder and louder. The gunshots more and more frequent. I covered my ears with my arms, and curled up into a ball on the floor, trembling and crying.

Three hours passed. The screams had subsided, the gunshots had ended. I unlocked my cellar door, walked through my house, and into the street. The sight was awful, bodies lay scattered across the ground, mangled and torn, buildings were on fire, and the stench of blood lay heavy in the air. I threw up, it was too much to see. I panicked for a moment, but I tried to calm down, trying to find a feeling to block out the sights. That feeling was hunger. I hadn't eaten the night before, and hadn't eaten this morning either. I ran back into my house, and checked the toaster and the fridge. Empty. I checked around the whole house, and my neighbour's house. Nothing. The hunger was killing me by now, it left a pain in my stomach that was indescribable. I searched around desperately, and in my desperation, I found a large lizard. A Komodo Dragon. It slid from under a car, and stopped abruptly at the feet of a corpse. I watched it, engrossed in it's behaviour. The lizard then began to feed on the flesh of the bodies, tearing off chunks of meat, and swallowing them whole. I watched it for a good half hour, until it turned to me. Turned an ran. Without thinking I got up, and sprinted across the street, away from the lizard, away from death. But something caught my leg, and the second I hit the floor, everything went black.

I awoke in a daze, my head spun. I wasn't dead. I couldn't see the lizard anymore. Around me lay bones, corpses stripped of their flesh. There was a funny taste in my mouth. A piece of shattered glass lay next to me, I picked it up, seeing for the first time that my hands were covered with blood, and bits of flesh. I looked at my reflection in the glass, the area around my lips a deep red. It was that time that I realised that there never was a lizard... and I wasn't hungry any more.