The Apple

I found myself in a situation no one wants to find themselves in.

I was out of food.

I don't know what happened. I swear I had a couple of apples left, maybe even some pork left over from last night. It all seemed to disappear. Honestly, I don't think it mattered anymore.

What did matter was the aching emptiness in my stomach.

I don't remember the last thing I ate. I think it was a fish I caught, cooked over a fire that I had barely managed to start. It sated my hunger for a while. I don't know what happened to my fishing pole, though. Something might've taken it.

Did something take it? What would they gain from it? Well, it was a good fishing pole...

Maybe I'm just paranoid.

Kitchen.

A tinny voice rang out inside my head, a thought that clearly wasn't mine. I was too hungry to care. So, guided by a thought of unknown origin, I went to the kitchen.

God only knows how many times I went into this room today. Though, I'm pretty sure I...

On the counter was an apple. It was a clean, shiny red, though something was... off about it. It looked like a normal apple, but it felt... it felt like something else.

I picked it up. Do I really want to eat this thing?

Desperation kicked in.

I ate the whole thing in a second. Nothing was left.

Instantly, I felt better. I was no longer hungry, no longer desperate; I was full.

Thank you for letting me in.

In fact, it felt like I would never have to eat again.