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CW - Donde esta food

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The ground was cast in the shadows of the trees. The trees were everywhere around me. I need to get to civilization. A city. A house. A teepee. Even a cave. Anything.
I need food.
Now, who am I exactly…I'm a white guy. I'm tall and a bit skinny, or boney works too. I have long, brown hair with eyes to match them. I have a tattered 'I'm Not Dead Yet.' shirt from "Monty Python's Spamalot," or from when my uncle got it. Oh, and don't worry: I'm wearing pants. Those are less tattered, however there's a huge rip in the…never mind. I also have a brand new pair of shoes that cost $300 and they are completely worn out and covered in mud. I think. Let me check…yes, they are indeed covered in mud.
How long have I been out here? I remember being at home on a Friday…maybe it was a Friday 13th, which would have hinted my bad luck. Maybe it's still Friday…actually, I doubt it. I've seen both the sun and the moon at least once in my travels. Great news for me, just like that light that I can see and…wait, a light?
Light! Now, it's not produced by the sun, so that can only mean one thing: people! And where there's people, there's food! Which means: I'm saved!
I ran as fast as I could, and by ran, I mean stumbled with great speed. I couldn't keep myself steady, and I ended falling face first twice. But finally, I had enough strength to reach the destination: an old shack with a light on in the back.
But something I had learned throughout life returned to me: always follow your nose. My nose was picking up quite the scent. I could smell a strong scent of blood, as in human blood. There were more smells: rotting wood, rotting food, and even rotting flesh. The stench was overwhelming. I had to take a few steps back from the power of that stench! I just had to get away from there and –
Do I smell…apple pie?
I turned my head to the light in the back. There was a window that I could reach if I was next to id. And what to my wandering eyes did appear, but an all American apple pie that covered my fear.
OK. Not rhyming again. Especially when there's food to eat…
Wait!
Oh, hey voice in my head.
You can't eat that! We don't know whose pie that is. Not to mention: the creepy house of the black and grey wood and a dark brick chimney has the scent of dead people!
But I haven't had food in so long…
Don't we want to live? What if the killer is waiting for you to come over and try to take it? Then we'd be the next dead person!
But I want pie!
We can get pie somewhere else.
Where?
How do you get from a house to a town?
…a road?
Bingo!
I looked around near the ground. Yes, from what looked like the front of the house, I could see a road that someone could drive on. But what do I do?
Are you that dull after being away from other humans so long? Follow the road!
Is it made of yellow bricks?
Harhar. Very funny. Now go down the road.
But what about the pie?
Are we still debating about this? Listen to the voice in your head, aka me: Don't go after that pie!
But –
DON'T. GO. AFTER. THAT. PIE!!!
…meanie.
So there I went, drifting down the road that led away from the house with the pie. Oh how I wanted that pie…
One road led to another, and another, and an even bigger road. I couldn't believe this was happening! Cars drove by me. I couldn't believe I was seeing man-made creations again! Buildings that looked a lot more peaceful and familiar began to appear as I walked. I couldn't believe that I had found my home town again! So now all I have to do is continue down this street, take a right at Miles Road, and go to the end of that road.
At the end of Miles Road is my home, where there should be some pie waiting for me, a pie that won't make the voice in my head leave it alone.
It's time to eat! Maybe then I can inform the local authorities about that house…
Don't think ahead. Just eat, for food is more important right now.
Agreed.
One more thing from Creative Writing for today.
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