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himself. I can start over again.
A few yards away from his house he came across three large
brown birds, cactus wrens with long sharp beaks, and they were in
a little group on the grass picking at another of their kind. The
other bird lay on its back, wings spread, legs still twitching.
They were eating it alive.
He stared at it a few moments. This can't be happening, he
thought. I'm hallucinating. Birds don't eat each other, do they?



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He watched them pulling out organs and ripping off shreds of
feather-covered flesh. The birds glanced at him warily, but stood
their ground. Brad felt the hollowness in his own stomach, felt
his need to eat. The birds were acting so wrong, he decided it had
to be a hallucination.
If I'm so crazy I'm seeing things that aren't really there,
he thought, then I'm crazy enough to do anything. He looked over
at Dale's house, and felt the full weight of his stockpile of
hatred and anger. There are dozens of witnesses who'll testify how
crazy I've been acting. Even Janice would agree to that in front
of a jury.
Brad passed his house, continuing down to Dale's. He
approached the front door, stepping over a pair of lizards that
were biting each other, rolling around in a quick frenzy of
battle. Turning the knob, he found it unlocked. They were already
home from the clubhouse. Brad entered and softly closed the door
behind him. He heard sounds, but no voices. It came from somewhere
in the house, probably down the hall. Brad crossed quickly to the
kitchen, his heart thudding in his ears, and found a wooden knife
holder. He chose the long, thin, serrated bread knife. He always
thought they looked dangerous, and now he was counting on it.
Brad crept down the hallways, his feet silent on the thick
tan carpet. The sounds were strange, like slurping, and through a
bedroom door he saw feet hanging over the edge of a bed. His face
burned, realizing they were having sex. His hands were sweating,
the knife handle feeling slippery. He gripped it tighter, and took
another step. He could see part of her, too. They were on the bed
together. Gritting his teeth, Brad took another step and he was in
the room with them.
Dale was on his back, arms and legs spread, his clothes
ripped apart and his torso a mass of blood. Janice was on top,
fully clothed, blood staining her arms and clumps of it in her
hair. She swung around toward him, startled, her eyes wide. She
had a wild, demented look on her face. Seeing it was her husband,
she relaxed, and grinned. Her mouth was full.
A large knife was sticking out of Dale's throat. He had a