Was it Murder?

There is no way to sum this up, but I'm in a pickle. How is it even possible to clean up this amount of blood? How much blood is in a human body? I never learned such things. All I know is, that it's literally everywhere.

I'm watching it soak into now dark ground. And what had he said before the died? Language has always been a hard subject to understand for me. Had he judged me? Did he call God's wrath down upon me? He seemed so angry. Screaming at the top of his lungs like that. It wasn't my fault the tent had been left wide open. His fault that this was the end he met if anything. I remain blameless in this ordeal.

His blood was aromatic. Almost intoxicating; I sniff the air. Jesus the smell is so potent, others will probably be coming soon. I will have to do something with this "mess". I craned my neck to stare down at his empty eyes. Soulless now.

Blood has pooled around his cheek against the floor. I almost can't stop myself. I east forward, my tongue licks the surface. The blood delicious in my mouth. I feel the pit in my stomach lurch. So, hungry. Why the hell not, I think. I took a glorious bite out of his side and swallow it nearly without chewing. The meat was tender and juicy.

Before long, my belly is full. I can barely move. I stare at the body lying there. So much still left, I could never finish it all. Can't really take it with me either. I give a few more perfunctory sniffs, and saunter outside. Unfortunately, this is the world. This is life. This is how it pans out sometimes when humans venture out to live in the Serengeti.