And they were on her in an instant. Grabbing hold of the loose, fatty skin and tearing it away. Her entrails slid out and steamed in the cool air.

Then, Juan heard gunshots.

TAKE THAT

The glass crunched under her shoes as she entered the restaurant and snapped a new magazine into the pistol. A bald-headed man in a football jersey and jeans sat on the soaking rug. The fish tank’s contents lay on the floor around him and the golden tail of a coy thrashed from between his lips.

He looked up at Lola as he gnashed his teeth into the scaly fish.

Lola pointed and fired.

She coughed and blood dribbled from her mouth. Her broken hand was pressed over the wound on her neck, but no matter how much pressure she put there, the blood kept pumping. Walking became more difficult by the second. The restaurant blurred and started to go black, but she pushed on.

There was a commotion coming from across the room and she moved toward it. She stumbled into a table, nearly fell over, but steadied herself.

It came from the kitchen. The fat fucks were shoving through the kitchen door, and even with it being double wide, they couldn’t fit. One of the stragglers in the back, a teenage girl with white-headed acne littering her face, turned and saw Lola. She chewed on something red, and her silver braces shone through it.

“Mmmm.”

As Lola moved closer, she saw that the girl chewed on a chunk of meat bitten off the man beside her. Blood oozed from the hole in his shoulder, but he only shoved at the other bodies blocking his way into the kitchen. Then he bit into a mound of flesh belonging to one of the undulating piles of fat in front of him.

They all did. As they thrashed and fought with each other, they feasted. Bit into the closest body and chewed on the fatty meat.

The girl licked her lips and stumbled toward Lola.

Lola aimed and pulled the trigger.

The girl’s head kicked back, and she crumbled to the floor.

Come closer, baby. Let Daddy see your pretty face.

Lola’s knees wobbled and she side stepped as she almost lost consciousness. She squinted toward the crowd, saw blurred vibrations.

They were her father. All of them. And they had to die.

She curled her lips back, widened her eyes, went straight for them. Her gun barrel was pressed to the back of a man’s skull, then spat a bullet into it. The woman next to him caught the next bullet. Both of their bodies dropped like sacks of jelly.

This was repeated again and again, but her vision swam and she became disoriented as she continued pulled the trigger. She just aimed toward the crowd and fired, then fell backward when her legs gave out.

Such a pretty girl. Let Daddy see how pretty you are.

“You son of a bitch…” Lola clenched her teeth and forced herself back up. She grabbed the edge of a table and held it tight as she rose shakily to her feet.