Karl was a young boy. The son of the famous German sheriff Rick Lehrer.
Karl’s curiosity sometimes got the best of him. Oftentimes the sheriff would tell his son to stay at home away from the dangers of the world, but Karl would sneak out to see what was going on and his father would have to save him.
One day Karl’s dad was called into town because the townsfolk were going crazy and biting each other. His father had told Karl and his mom to stay at home and wait for his return.
But Karl, of course, had other ideas.
He snuck out of the house and went into town to see what was going on. Once into town he saw that there was much chaos. People were wandering around aimlessly, and they were not just biting other people, they were actually devouring them.
Karl ran to his father to see if he could help and the sheriff yelled at him and told him to take cover in the nearby bakery.
Once inside the bakery, Karl watched out the window as the baker, Johan Becker, apparently unaware of the chaos outside, tended to his pastries. Johan asked Karl if he would like a cookie, but Karl was too busy watching the town fall to pieces as his father stood outside with his bow and arrow, attempting to restore order.
For what seemed like forever, Karl watched out the window until Johan walked outside with a fresh batch of muffins, hoping to sell his wares. Once outside, Johan was bitten immediately on the shoulder. He screamed, dropped his muffins and fell to the ground where he lay for several minutes before standing once again and returning into the bakery.
Cornered, Karl tried to fight the baker off with a hot poker from the fire, but the baker seemed to be impervious to the pain and just kept coming. Finally, Karl stabbed Johan in the head and Johan fell dead.
Seeing what had happened in the bakery, the sheriff ran in and picked up his young son and carried him back to their shed on the outskirts of town.
“Now you stay here, Karl,” the sheriff said. “I’ll be back once everything is calmed down.”
Karl nodded in agreement and apologized for disobeying his father. But as soon as his dad left their home, Karl followed behind.
On the pathway to the town, Karl encountered the town pub owner, who was stumbling in his direction.
“Mr. Brauer,” Karl said, “This is not a good day for you to walk through the forest drunk. Some of the townsfolk have gone quite mad and are biting people for no reason that I can tell of.”
The pub owner walked up to Karl and swallowed him whole as Karl screamed.
Hearing the screams, the sheriff ran back to his disobedient son, where he found Mr. Brauer with a Karl-shaped bulge in his stomach.
Sheriff Lehrer sliced open Mr. Brauer’s stomach and out fell Karl, who then ate his father.
With no sheriff to stop the onslaught, the entire town was eventually eaten.
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