OOM -- Undead Inna Shed
It's been a couple of weeks since Shaun found Ed.
Ed doesn't mind the shackles on his wrists or the collar around his neck or the chains that rattle about whenever he tries to grab Shaun in an attempt to take a bite out of him. Ed doesn't mind that he sits on a chair locked up in the toolshed all day and all night. Ed doesn't mind when Shaun comes in and turns on the TV and leaves it on for hours on end. Ed actually likes that, the TV. Things moving on a screen. People. Sounds. Colors. Shapes. Mmm......TV.
Also? Video games. Video games are good. Every day, Shaun sits several feet away from Ed, and via an extension cord, plays a few levels of Timesplitters 2, and Ed watches. Mmm..........video games.
Ed still wants to eat Shaun. He got too close once, and Ed made a swipe at his arm. Shaun shouted at him, but he couldn't understand a word except for maybe the remote possibility of "fuck." If Ed's sense of humor had come back, he probably would've laughed when Shaun stumbled backwards over a flowerpot and through the door when he tried to get away.
Then there's the raw meat Shaun feeds him. Ed knows that somehow, for some reason, this is not the meat that he really wants. It's far better than rats, though. Oh, it's raw enough. And meaty enough. It's just not human.
But that's okay. Ed doesn't mind. As long as Shaun turns on the TV for him every day.
Ed doesn't mind the shackles on his wrists or the collar around his neck or the chains that rattle about whenever he tries to grab Shaun in an attempt to take a bite out of him. Ed doesn't mind that he sits on a chair locked up in the toolshed all day and all night. Ed doesn't mind when Shaun comes in and turns on the TV and leaves it on for hours on end. Ed actually likes that, the TV. Things moving on a screen. People. Sounds. Colors. Shapes. Mmm......TV.
Also? Video games. Video games are good. Every day, Shaun sits several feet away from Ed, and via an extension cord, plays a few levels of Timesplitters 2, and Ed watches. Mmm..........video games.
Ed still wants to eat Shaun. He got too close once, and Ed made a swipe at his arm. Shaun shouted at him, but he couldn't understand a word except for maybe the remote possibility of "fuck." If Ed's sense of humor had come back, he probably would've laughed when Shaun stumbled backwards over a flowerpot and through the door when he tried to get away.
Then there's the raw meat Shaun feeds him. Ed knows that somehow, for some reason, this is not the meat that he really wants. It's far better than rats, though. Oh, it's raw enough. And meaty enough. It's just not human.
But that's okay. Ed doesn't mind. As long as Shaun turns on the TV for him every day.