Two men have been walking in the desert for several days now; lost, scared, hungry, and dying of thirst. Dune after dune they hoped beyond hope that beyond the next one would be their salvation, however there was only more sand and sorrow. Another few days have passed and the despair begins to take root into both men. Near delusional and on the verge of insanity they barely crawl their way to the top of what seemed like their final crest of the ancient dune when one saw in the distance at the valley below what looked like the fresh carcass of some kind of animal. Hardly audible, one man points a ragged finger towards the half eaten shimmering carcass below and cries out, "We... can... eat..." The other man knew there was no way they would be able to eat that meat for it would be full of disease and waste by now. He tried to get the other man's attention but could not hold him back. With a look of fierceness and determination he began crawling towards the once living animal. Closer and closer he came until both his hands and face were digging deep into the meat. Even though there were maggots and worms and the stench of green decay, he continued on in filling his gullet.
Finally full, he sat back with the look of a king after the best prepared meal in his life. An hour hadn't past when the look of peasure began turning in something else; something painful. The man bent over and screamed in agony and then began throwing up all over the place. Everything he had gorged on was now coming back up. Nothing looked as it seemed when going down; slightly masticated and mushy.
The man who had attempted to keep his friend from diving into the carcass sat up and said, "I knew if I waited long enough I would get a hot meal."
Finally full, he sat back with the look of a king after the best prepared meal in his life. An hour hadn't past when the look of peasure began turning in something else; something painful. The man bent over and screamed in agony and then began throwing up all over the place. Everything he had gorged on was now coming back up. Nothing looked as it seemed when going down; slightly masticated and mushy.
The man who had attempted to keep his friend from diving into the carcass sat up and said, "I knew if I waited long enough I would get a hot meal."
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