A Thing

You look down at the seagull and pick it up. You suddenly realize that because you left the pizzeria instead of ordering a pizza you are really hungry. The world begins to swirl around you as you look down at the now delicious looking seagull. You move your head down and bite clean through it's neck. Everyone around you thinks that you have gone absolutely crazy, and they are correct.

You only get halfway through devouring the lifeless seagull before you are forcibly carted away to an insane asylum.

You die two weeks later after being stabbed to death by a fellow asylum-mate who thinks he is a walrus.

You died.