He watched the blood splatter from the blade of the knife as he flung it through the air. The taste was overwhelming, and as he masticated, he could feel the tendons of the tiny rabbit, resisting being torn apart by his chompers. The man would have rather cut out his own heart than kill the innocent creature, but he hadn't had the courage to end his own life. No, this was the only way for him to survive to see another day... So he feasted upon the warm, twitching bunny, salivating all the while and thirsting for any small sip of liquid.
Realizing that he'd sunk to an all time low, the man raised the knife one final time and thrust it into his chest. He writhed in agony for a few moments while spewing crimson from his mouth upon the virgin snow. The search party had been looking for the man for eighty days when the dog came upon the rapidly cooling cadaver and began to bark. If only the man had walked another half-mile, he'd have discovered the ski lodge...
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