Maureen
There was a man who had gotten out of the crash room and into his own hut. The place was well organized with everything around the edges and a wide open space in the middle. He wondered who had lived her before for a moment and then decided he didn't care. It was the best form of recyling. He had all he needed.
The man found himself laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Thinking on the human impact on the island, about food and resources, and about...Maureen. Sweet Maureen. Beautiful Maureen. Needy Maureen. The thought of her made him smile. He hadn't had anyone like her in his life in a while.
The man laid on the bed and thought terrible things. Things that made his heart beat faster. Fantasies, one would call them...but they weren't the fantasies of a normal man. He wasn't the sort to fantacise about anything boring and normal. His mind wandered to dark places.
Places he abruptly came back from when he heard a knock at his door.
The man found himself laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Thinking on the human impact on the island, about food and resources, and about...Maureen. Sweet Maureen. Beautiful Maureen. Needy Maureen. The thought of her made him smile. He hadn't had anyone like her in his life in a while.
The man laid on the bed and thought terrible things. Things that made his heart beat faster. Fantasies, one would call them...but they weren't the fantasies of a normal man. He wasn't the sort to fantacise about anything boring and normal. His mind wandered to dark places.
Places he abruptly came back from when he heard a knock at his door.