PROLOGUE

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The tired coyote walked throughout the open field, his stomach aching from hunger. As he stepped, he felt his head getting dizzy and his vision becoming blurred. His feet ached as well, but not as much as his stomach.

The coyote was walking for three days straight without any signs of food until he smelled something putrid. The rotten smell made him even sicker, but the growls of his belly spoke louder than his sense.

He followed the smell until its source. A decomposed body was lying there, in the middle of what used to be a cemetery. Maybe their family wanted to bury him, but they had to run away from the things that happened three months ago.

The coyote fell to his knees and started eating the body. The stench and the taste almost made him vomit, but that was more than he could ask for in those times.

He ate what was left of the body in less than twenty minutes. He laid there for a second, staring at the hot sun above him for just a second before passing out from tiredness.

He awoke three hours later. The sun was already set. He was even hungrier than before. His mouth was salivating and he could barely see. The coyote got on his feet and started walking again, this time in a random direction.

He was very hungry, but he wasn't tired at all, so he just kept moving forward, without stopping for anything that wasn't food.

Seven hours later, his fur started to fall and he was completely blind. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He just wanted to eat. He didn't remember what happened yesterday or before, he just wanted to eat.

Ten hours later he wasn't himself anymore. He was completely out of fur, showing bald skin with several red wounds on it. He didn't think anymore as well. Everything that mattered for him, everything that was on his mind now was eating.

Only four more hours, and the former coyote was gone. Now he was only a living mass full of hunger and without any cognitive thought. That was the birth of the first Crimson Glutton, the first of millions more, millions who would destroy the entire world in less than a month.

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