Times were hard on the battlefield, having to use whatever you could to sustain yourself. Though, when times got especially hard, when soldiers were absolutely desperate, it became carnage on the battlefield.

soldiers had seen firsthand what others would do, picking at deceased comrades for a chance of survival. It was a disgusting little tradition they had made, most soldiers would rather die than eat some poor soldier, some soldier which didn’t know they would be susceptible to that kind of treatment.

That’s what you thought anyways, until you were stranded on a mission for days with no radio signal, two bullets and a sliver of hope. You had seen the rest of his team fall while you fought off the offense, trying to save yourself. you somehow succeeded, it was just unfortunate that you were now trapped here. Desperate times called for desperate measures and you began to eat your teammates, just so you could live to see another day.

It all backfired once you actually got a taste for human flesh, even after you were rescued and returned to base, you craved it. So, you would do whatever you needed to. You had begun to sneak out at night, infiltrating a nearby enemy base and snatching a guard, harvesting what you needed and discarding what you didn’t.

One day, after you had snuck out, John had noticed you were missing, taking it upon himself to find you. After a lot of wandering, he was ready to turn in and announce you KIA. As he turned to leave, he heard what sounded like.. Squelching? He turned around again, following the sound until he stood behind you, watching as you sore out a man’s intestines. He grimaced, the sight downright carnage. He cleared his throat, catching your attention as he stared at the body.

“Care to explain?”