Goorillas in the Missed: Days 3 & 4

A Vintage Post, retrieved from Scrubbed Innocence

Day 3:  Never in my darkest imagination could I have guessed the heartlessness of these creatures. Today, as the sun came up and shone in broken rays through their habitat, a small human child stumbled through, screaming and clutching her stomach. She had been stabbed. She screamed as much, and I could see the blood on her torso. The wounds were not deep, but the child was scared and suffering. She cried sounds that transcended species. The creatures looked but did nothing. When the child, in desperation, dropped to the ground and thrashed in pain, the creatures stepped over her, expressionless. Perplexed by their indifference, the girl stopped crying. She sat up and stared, incredulous, as I was, at these animals. She stood and walked over to where one sat (presumably) grooming itself. The creature ignored the girl. With one rigid finger, she poked it in the chest. The creature, without looking, swatted the girl across the face, flinging her onto the ground with such force as to momentarily knock the wind out of her. The girl caught her breath and stood up. She looked at the creature. She stared as if her stare could touch some inner part of the beast. Without moving, the creature pissed itself, and remained sitting in the puddle of its own urine. The girl's expression changed to one of sympathetic disgust. She smiled at the creature, and ran away.

Day 4:  I awoke from a nap to the sounds of grunting and snorting. The creatures were engaged in some kind of shit orgy. There was fecal matter everywhere, and the creatures rubbed it on themselves and each other, moaning with pleasure. One would squat in position to evacuate, and another would stand behind it to catch the feces with its hands. The receiver would then rub the feces all over itself and run around to the others, embracing and rubbing to spread the shit on the others' faces and bodies. When one squatted, the others would jump and grunt excitedly. The activity was clumsy and hurried. Once, when one of them was receiving a particularly heavy load, it lifted the pile up to its face and shoved it in its own mouth and up its nose. The others became enraged with jealousy. They ran to the selfish one and scooped the feces off of its head and out of its mouth, then shoved it up their own noses and mouths. A new method had been discovered. The selfish one lost a tooth in all this, but that did not stop it from continuing to eat. Again and again, it shoveled dung in and on its face, until its entire head appeared made of shit. All of them followed suit, and their exaltations continued for at least 7 consecutive hours. I don't know how these creatures could possibly be so full of waste material. When it was over, they collapsed and slept the sleep of babes.