True passengers / Chapter 37: Day 571

Day 571. Yesterday, I spent the day doing my usual stuff. I was cutting up and cooking meat while watching some old black-and-white movies. “It’s a Wonderful Life” is one of my favorite movies. It’s naive but kind. That’s how magical Christmas stories should be. They allow people to avoid falling into despair, preserving their humanity… It’s a pity I don’t have a guardian angel as wonderful as the one in this lovely little film.

I turn off the sound and listen. There are some noises coming from the other end of the compartment. It seems that my food has finally come to life. She rummages through the personal lockers. Unfortunately for her, there is nothing there that could be of use to her: no weapons, no food, no water. All the resources are with me, and she is afraid of me. Therefore, there is no need to track down the bitch, chasing her around the compartment, going round in circles. She will come herself. Hungry and weakened.

However, in reasoning this way, I underestimate the situation. Entertaining myself with the half-dead female and dragging her ex’s corpse to my lair, I completely forget to drag the remains of the Asian man into the vacant cryocapsule. The thermocouples heat my tent perfectly, but even well-cooked bones spoil very quickly in the warmth, not to mention the entrails. Cursing myself, I drag the bag with the stinking Asian man across the compartment. I try to periodically hit the walls and bump into the cryocapsules, hoping that this will scare the bitch away. And I think I hear footsteps receding. But I am mistaken.

While disposing of the leftovers, I completely forget that there is one of the hatches leading to the vertical tunnels above my head. But she remembered it perfectly well. Seizing the moment, she jumps on me from above, hitting me in the neck with something. A fragment of thin fiberglass that covered the emergency hatch release button. Not the best weapon, but it’s all she has. It’s a good thing I moved all the knives to my lair a long time ago.

She tries to strike a second blow, but doesn’t have time. Grabbing her by the neck and squeezing hard, I literally throw her over me, trying to land her back on the edge of the cryocapsule. She falls somewhere into the darkness. It’s time to end this. Leaning on top of her, I grab her hair and slam her head against the metal floor several times, hearing the sound of flesh breaking into blood in the silence until she stops resisting. And then, excited by my own physical superiority, I roughly fuck her again in the darkness. My precious Barbara is dead, and this piece of trash refuses to die… Tenacious beast… Bitch… That’s it. I grab her lifeless body by the legs and drag her toward me with the firm intention of skinning, gutting, and eating the bitch.