Han Chronicles

A prey lays limp in her arms as she gnaws at its tender sometimes tough meat, licking all the little bits that scattered around slurping every drop of blood that leaked out from the corpse. Hunger fast subsiding, this is one small meal that never last long, like a vampire’s thirst for human blood; it never lasts for anyone of that kind.

Imagine you’re carnivore living in a society full of cannibals, you being the odd one out, where would you go? Would you run away and hide like a coward or face them till your last breath? The irony is that I look, sound, and act exactly like them but with a different diet. We should be together, right, united in one harmony? Isn’t that what sane adults teach us to do? Well, think again! Every day, these people look at me like food just waiting, waiting for the right moment to pounce the minute I past in front of them. How do I survive till this far? Good question. I don’t really know myself…