Rise Of The Face Eaters Part III

"Get....the.....fuck...off me!", In the struggle she let out a scream.
Now she needed someone to save her.
Maybe with 'Uncle Bob' she had been a bit extreme?

The face eaters face was against hers, though it had lost it's nose and it's eyes.
It's lips had both been chewed right off, now it's biting teeth seeking their prize.

She was tough, but it was stronger.
She could barely hold it back.
Then it's chattering bite went silent, at the sound of a skull splitting CRACK!

She rolled the motionless corpse to one side, though smothered in bone fragments and brain.
Honey liked him as soon as she saw him, with his baseball bat wrapped in chains.

"Yo whassup, names Taylor, I heard you scream you ok?"

She stood up and wiped some brain from her face: "Hi I'm Honey, yeah I'm ok".

"Hey Honey, no problem. What do ya say we get off the street? Up ahead some I got a safe house, when we get there we can eat?"

Taylor was a black dude, he was built like he could fight.
Honey had a thing for muscles, nodded her head and said: "Alright!"

Honey followed Taylor, why not? He saved her life!
He seemed to know the area well, besides she was carrying a gun and knife.

She'd taken the knife from a body, it was ok, it was dead.
There was nothing left of it's face but bone, and teeth marks where face eaters fed.

It was a really wicked looking knife, serrated and double edged.
She'd had to twist it to get it out, cracking ribs from where it was wedged.

Honey thought she had been doing well, until she was taken down that day.
No doubt she would be dead for sure, if Taylor hadn't come her way.

Now he swaggered on in front of her, not showing any fear.
Honey trod carefully in the shadows now, for she could hear face eater chattering near.

Perhaps he hadn't heard them?
She was out of sight, but unable to warn,
as her brave, hero and saviour, disappeared beneath a swarm.

She thought to herself: 'For fucks sake! What an arrogant fucking prat!'

When the face eater swarm had moved away from their meal, Honey crept over and picked up the bat.

She went through Taylor's pockets, found his stash and keys.
A mobile and a lighter, some cigarettes and weed.

He was also strapping a Mach10, "What a dick for not pulling it!", she thought.
She took everything, even his loose change, he wasn't needing it for sure.

She stripped him of his jacket, and headed towards a nearby light.
He wasn't a total dick after all, for the safe house was in sight.