I yelled again, not understanding what I had just witnessed. Janet again poked her head around the corner. “What now?” She asked. “The old man who just killed that woman, was eating her and the neighbor came out and the old man bit him, too!” “What?” “I’m serious! Right there! Look!” Janet came over to the window. She glanced out and nearly gagged. “Oh, God!” she said, covering her mouth with her hand. The woman’s body wasn’t pretty. Her face and neck were covered in blood and bites, and there was a raw open wound in her stomach. Entrails were hanging by her sides like blue-grey ropes. “What did 911 say?” I asked, turning her away from the window. “Exactly, what did they say?” Janet refocused, “They said that they had received numerous calls, and were dealing with them as quickly as they could. If it was not a life-threatening emergency, then we would have to wait.” I looked at the scene across the street. I guessed the waiting for help to arrive had just started.
