I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. I would die as I lay broken in the desert of Arizona. The medical nanites in me, that I invented, could insure I would live forever. All they needed were proteins to repair my body in mere minutes. My life could be saved by a common candy bar.
The world’s first immortal man was going to die.
More vultures crowded around to watch me die. I pulled my pistol with my only uninjured arm, preparing to end it all. I was in agony as it was. I didn’t want to feel the vultures eating me alive. I held the gun up, and everything went black.
I awoke with most of my injuries healed. I can only guess what I did while in shock. I swallowed another bloody, protein-filled gobbit as I sat in a pile of discarded black feathers. A thought occurred to me:
Vultures: They do a body good.
Written for Mondays Finish the Story. This week, the opening sentence is, “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.” Look here to see the stories other folks wrote: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/10/26/mondays-finish-the-story-october-26th-2015/