The Tormented Survivor

It surrounded us as we ran through the quiet yet crowded street, only our damp feet and the pitter-patter of rain making any noise. The populated area, full of individuals, was silent, no one turned to stare at us in indignation at our interruption of their lives as we made our hasty retreat. It was because they weren't people anymore, only the life-less shell, the body that remained when the soul was gone. Only one human instinct remained. The need to feed. No humanity remained in the walking corpses, no recognition or love, nothing remotely human, nothing remotely alive.