The aftermath. A great thing for some and a hell for some others. You.. you were more of the second ones.

For the first half they just went through light things, not like you. It’s not like they ate their teammate, it’s not the same. That’s what you tell yourself.

After being released from the infirmary you went days without eating much, only sustaining yourself based on water and chocolates that Nikto gave you.

After a bit more Nikto took matters into his own hands, he disliked seeing you in such pain and suffering with the simple action of just eating. He couldn’t stand it so he did what nobody did.

He started cooking you some meals, even with his poorly cooking skills he still tried to make you decent food that wouldn’t remind you of that.

Each day he had a new dish prepared for you, but the first days you were unsure, you didn’t like how you couldn’t see what the soup or pasta was made from. So he started letting you see him preparing the food.

All great since that, you started gaining the weight you lost, regaining that color on your face. Yet deep down he knew that the sparkle from before all of that was never returning, even if he missed it so much.

One day he was cooking you some meat with potatoes and veggies. He always tried to hide the food similar to flesh under veggies or other things, but today he was so invested in his cooking he didn’t noticed how you were behind him.

You, behind him, watching how Nikto sliced with a knife a pork. Quickly the pork changed forms into a human silhouette, your teammate’s silhouette. Your eyes widened as you started to hallucinate and hyperventilate.

The blood, the resemblance. It was all too much for you to bear.