Aftermath. I hope you all enjoy it. Eric is a member of a group of cannibals called the Savages.
Interviewer- How do you feel about the Savages?
Eric- I never really fit in with them. Yea, I’m one of them, but every time I’m around them I just don’t
feel a part of them.
Interviewer- What don’t you like about being there?
Eric- The name really says it all. I get it we are killers, but sometimes it’s almost fun to most of them. If I
have to kill, it’s for food or survival. I don’t get off on it.
Interviewer- If you can, would you ever want to lead them.
Eric- Yes, actually I would. I run my own squad out of the group. Most of the time I have a good sense of
rules and order in it. Every now and then one of my guys steps out of line and I have to set them
Interviewer- What do you think caused all this?
Eric- Terrorists. I don’t know. Some people with a lot of weapons and technology.
Interviewer: So if it was a person who planned all this, what would you do if you were face to face with
him or her?
Eric- I was a criminal who has been in and out of jail for a while. My family, I haven’t talked to them
years before this happened. I don’t have any kids or anything really to hold on to. I wouldn’t be mad at
who did this. Just curious of why they did it. Look at my life now. I’m a higher up in a pretty feared group
of people. Not the worse situation I could’ve found myself in.
“People and beans again?” a raggedy-looking man says as Sara passes him a plate. He
glares down, disappointed, at the meal of perfectly cut human flesh and a side dish of green
beans. Sara hands out more plates to the group of men huddled around a fire.
“When you guys kill something other than people, you’ll get something else to eat,” she
says with a sarcastic smile, walking off.
It’s near-insane to talk back to these guys. They are psychotic killers, but she is protected.
Marcus, their leader, has taken a liking to her. So it’s a choice of be killed, be raped and then
killed, or be his willing sex slave.
Sometimes she doesn’t know if she made the right choice.
Before going back to the kitchen, she stops by every group to see if they all have
something to eat. Dozens of groups gather around, having their breakfast. The field is littered
with dirty men and women feasting on human remains.
Probably over a hundred in total, she guesses.
The Savages is what they are called. The group started after the bombs fell about five
years ago. They were small at first, but they’ve since grown into a much larger army. This gives
them better resources and a nice cut of whatever they take from towns.
All they do is kill and raid villages. They swoop in, kill, take everything, and leave. They
take in recruits, sometimes, if they seem to fit the part. The survivors don’t last long. They are
usually killed and displayed as a message to discourage others.
For years they tried the whole nomad lifestyle, but when the army got bigger, they
realized they had to settle down.
It’s a lot easier than constantly uprooting the whole camp.
They have no reason to leave. There are always animals in the forest. A river provides
fresh water and fish. Armies are too afraid to attack them. They can’t survive an all-out military
assault, but the government has much more important enemies than them to worry about.
They all wear custom-made armors consisting of materials they find on the road. Sports
gear is a big part of it: elbow pads, football pads, helmets—anything they can find. A lot of it is
hand-sewn and made from animal skins.
The farm would also pose a problem for moving. Horses are bred and domesticated as
transportation. Without cars and without gasoline to run them, they are a necessary component of
Each Savage has the brand of an S on the back of his or her shoulder, indicating initiation
into the group. It is given after their first kill. After a big massacre and initiation, they will
celebrate with a great feast: their victims.
Sara never likes thinking about how many people one dead body feeds. The thought
makes her sick. The taste has always bothered her. She may force herself to eat flesh when she
absolutely must, but she is and always has been a vegetarian . Even when they spruce it up with
spices and other ingredients, it is still a person, and no amount of sauce can change that.
Sara’s stomach starts to rumble. She hasn’t eaten much in days. Usually, she is able to
sneak extra beans and vegetables because the others love flesh, but the shortage of them is now
beginning to hit her.
Hopefully, Penny can get me something, she thinks, walking into the large kitchen tent.
The sight doesn’t help her appetite. Penny is in the middle of carving someone up.
“Three years of culinary school and I’m making foot filet for a hundred ingrates,” Penny
mocks as she hacks off a foot with a butcher’s knife.
Sara feels sick again. She covers her mouth to hold the vomit back. The smell of blood is
“Aww, sweetie, not feeling good?” Penny says affectionately, walking up to her. She
doesn’t get it, her shirt is covered in blood and it’s making Sara sicker, but she needs a hug.
“New necklace?” Sara asks, seeing a piece of the metal chain falling from Penny’s shirt.
“One of Eric’s men gave it to me.” A gold snowflake hangs from the end, surrounded by
pretty little stones.
“Which guy?” Sara asks.
Penny’s face betrays her disgust. “The creepy looking one with the cuts.”
The kitchen tent is filled with people preparing food for the group. There’s a huge fire
going, and the bodies are put on a metal gate over the fire to barbeque. The Savages know that
uncooked flesh can kill them. They are as smart as they are ruthless. That’s why they’ve been
around for all five years.
“You hungry?” Penny asks.
Sara shakes her head. “He’ll probably make me eat with him later.”
Penny sighs but says nothing. They both know what Marcus is going to do to her. Sara
will have to eat flesh again, among other things. Penny doesn’t like the idea of eating people
either, but she is a chef and can trick herself into thinking she’s eating something else. With all
the spices she’s schooled in, it’s almost easy.
Everyone who doesn’t like it has ways of coping, but most of the Savages love the taste
and the trophy. Eating the very people they killed makes them feel tougher. Sara would be the
first to admit the taste of it isn’t bad, but that freaks her out the worst.
“You smell nice today,” she says from Penny’s arms, covered by her blonde hair.
“I found some shampoo. I’ll give you some later tonight,” Penny says with a smile. “Now
come on, you have to bring the men food. The meeting’s starting.” Penny releases her, only to
hand Sara a tray of appetizing human parts and vegetables. “How do I look?” Sara inquires.
Penny adjusts a few out-of- place strands of hair on her head and smiles. “You look
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