Mutants, a Tale from Another World

Mutes are disgusting things to look at.  Their skin is a dead grey and covered in scars and scabs, probably self inflicted or from fighting each other.  But the worst thing are the mouths.  Constantly moving, like a mute trying to say something.  Their hearing is terrible, but their sense of smell is very powerful.  They could probably smell me a mile away if it wasn’t for my shimmer cloak. 

It is more of an all body suit than a cloak.  One of its features is to keep in any and all smells for when I get close to a person.  The last thing I need is for my smell to give me away as I’m about to kill something. 

I decide to just wait for the Mutes to pass.  I’m not quite sure if they are still capable of conscious thought or not, and I don’t want to have to kill them unnecessarily.  As they pass me by, they get so close that I can smell their unwashed, unclothed bodies and see the individual scars on their faces, some are still oozing pus and very dark blood.  Their hairless heads swaying from side to side in unison with their mindless shuffle forwards.

When they disappear around the corner, I shiver at the cold chill running down my back and continue my way towards the Super Mart once more.  The building is a small one, with an overhang with Super Mart in red writing above the entrances, sliding doors with the windows shattered and boarded up, and a couple broken cars moved in front of the doors as if to keep out an attack.  Another attempt to survive the Apocalypse that failed.  As I near the entrance, I hear lots of shuffling inside so I decide to activate my anti-grav boots and walk on the ceiling to avoid bumping into the Mutes inside. 

When I walk inside, what I see and smell makes me gag.  The place is filled with Mutes until there is next to no standing room.  They are all gathered around something that I don’t quite see at first.  Then I realize that they are gathered around a dead carcase.  Probably some poor animal.  Hopefully it’s just an animal.  The thing that gave away it being a beast was the thrashing limbs of the Mutes throwing what appeared to be red tubes.  I finally put two and two together and came to the conclusion that it was something's bloody intestines. 

It apparently wasn’t the first time they did this either.  Bones were lying everywhere, broken in half for the marrow.  The runts of the crowd were still gnawing on scraps from their previous meals.