The teeth started breaking on the glass. Each crunch and bite was another significant force of jaw power. The teeth started to crack and crumble from the force. The roots and supporting ligaments started to uproot from their source, gums gave way and blood started to bubble forth then gush out the mouth leaving juicy smears on the window. The jaw opened and closed in powerful chomps as eyes bulged and stared lifelessly through the invisible barrier. Fingers scratched and tried to dig ruined tips into the glass, applying devastating amounts of pressure. We screamed, as the thing tried with every ounce of it's being to quench its ferocious hunger, trying to devour us.
Eventually the window cracked. Slowly the spiderweb enlarged and soon after the glass shattered and the thing was upon me. I fought it off valiantly. I gouged its eyes, tore at its face, clenched its jaw and ripped the chin clean off its evil looking face. But not before it did its damage on me. Chunks of my arm, fingers and neck were missing, taken from my body and I started to bleed horribly. My wounds hurt. My heartbeat slowed. My pulse died. I closed my eyes and drifted.
When I reopened my eyes I felt different. I was no longer myself. I craved. It was a deep coveted desire for meat, fresh and raw, and warm blood. I wrestled with the feelings, the cravings. I tried hard to diminish them but it was such a need that I couldn't hold the fire back and I had to release myself over to the hunger. I became mad, enraged that I couldn't partake in the soft tearing of flesh and blood. My brain pumped thoughts. They ranged from frantic glimpses of normality to absurd delusions of madness. They started as normal, well-concocted ideas but then almost instantly, as soon as they left the brain, funneled into one desire; the need to feed. My eyes were useless. They seen but couldn't see. My nose smelt but couldn't smell. My senses functioned but that was an after fact. They just functioned because my need to feed drove them. I was consumed. I felt the fresh, raw, warm blood, meat around me. Then I smelt the product, and then I seen the target.
She was pretty... food. I recognized her... feed. I knew who she was but couldn't control myself... hunger. I sized up my prey as she kicked and clawed for escape. With the last of my humanity secreting from my body, I lunged for her. She was easy prey. Her kicks and screams did little to deter me and with quickness, I was digging into her soft calf, letting the warm gore flow all over my face. I consumed the meat, taking more than I should. My possessed body knew to stop with the feeding but I gorged anyway.
I had loved her. I felt the fragments of pain and remembrance escape my brain only to concede to the overpowering hunger, the craving. My zombie body encouraged me to stop my feeding. It signaled to the brain to halt, we were full, no longer needed the feast. I didn't stop. I didn't let myself stop. It was the only thing I could control, the need to feed.
And so I continued to eat away at her. I continued to swallow mounds of flesh, lodging it into my mouth, clogging my esophagus, plaguing my stomach, protruding it out oddly, bursting it at the seems. I was consuming too much meat to hold in my body and my arteries hardened, my heart filled with blood, ripped, then exploded. My veins erupted like fire hoses splitting sending blood exploding throughout the air, raining down in fresh goblets of red.
Soon my body became useless. My limbs couldn't operate to force any more meat into my mouth. My legs were exploded, my organs the same. I laid there in pools of blood and gore savoring the feast. I couldn't move to harm anyone else. I just existed. I just was. There I laid, a useless mound of rotting flesh, bleeding out, hungry and consumed. Soon my human brain shut down and all I could do was crave.
And as civilization collapsed all around me, and the fall of humanity ensued, there I laid, for all eternity, craving.
THE END
