Bade woke up with a start his heart still racing, aftershocks of his nightmare had him gripping his head just as the events of the past day replayed in his head. He turned towards his friend, his eyes glowed with a silent pain as he watched the little boy who was supposed to be safe and sound in his parent's arms, heck, they all were supposed to be in their parents home not stuck on an unknown island.
Isale-Eko was heaven compared to this hell. At least he didn't have to fight for his life with every breath he draws, he had held knives before, but they were not to take the life of other people.
"Coller, wake up. Awon bobo yen ma tun to de ni nsiyi. Won shin wa wa o. Wake up, boy!"
(Those guys are still looking for us, wake up!)
He finally managed to rouse his sleeping friend, dragging him into his feet whilst surveying his surroundings warily.
They had not taken more than 20 steps before they stumbled into a body, another dead.
Upon looking closer he recognized it to be the fat boy that had been thirsting after their blood. He had met his end, and very unfortunately too.
His face was intact, but that was the only thing intact. He fell victim to the lot of his victims.
Seemed his killer concluded his arms would taste very fresh, or he assumed just like pork, he could turn his fat into lard.
His arms were ripped off, so were his thighs. His fingers were not of much use, seeing as they were stuffed into his throat. Tch, must have choked.
To say he wasn't relieved at seeing such an adversity conquered would be an understatement, but it would also mean another child eating menace had been born...Fuck.