The flesh,even when I am in solitude.
I can smell the flesh.
I sense it,I crave it,roaming through the dark woods I track it and when I find it I devour it.
I remember the last flesh I consumed,there was a family,a husband,a wife,and children.
As I leaned over the mans wife,he woke up and saw me,he froze up in fear,I stared back at his wife in hunger.
And I bit into her throat,her blood was so sweet that I couldn't get enough.
I feasted on the dead woman.
At this point,the children were awakened by motion and ran into the room to investigate.
I looked at them and smiled,the women's flesh still stuck in my teeth.
I crawled quickly toward their window and escaped into the night.
Don't worry I will tend to the rest of them very soon.
