"Hungry! I'm so hungry!"
"It's so cold!"
"I want food!"
A thug ran wildly through a snow-covered forest.
His eyes glowed green. His gaze was unfocused, his mind gone, and instinct alone drove him onward.
"Food! I want food!"
As his gaze swept his surroundings in search of anything edible, he spotted something ahead.
A human lay collapsed in the snow.
Despite the bitter cold, the person wore nothing but a short-sleeved T-shirt and was barely alive.
The thug ignored the obvious strangeness of it. All he saw was the person on the ground, and he kept swallowing.
To him, that was no human being. It was food that could fill his stomach.
Without a moment's hesitation, the thug pounced, grabbed the person's arm, and bit down.
His teeth pierced skin, muscle, and fascia. With a wrench, he tore away a large chunk of flesh, leaving blood streaming from the wound.
Then came the sound of ravenous chewing.
As the flesh went down, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled him.
He couldn't get enough of it.
The green light in his eyes burned brighter, and he lowered his head to feast.
His teeth seemed to grow sharper, his bite stronger. Flesh that had taken him tremendous effort to tear free moments ago came away with ease.
Now a gentle bite and tug were enough.
Delicious!
What a rush!
So satisfying!
What he didn't know was that, as he devoured the flesh, his body was changing.
His human form rapidly gave way to pointed teeth and razor-sharp claws.
As he kept eating, the changes continued.
His cheeks grew more gaunt.
His eye sockets sank deeper.
His body hunched further.
His hair thinned, his muscles wasted away, and pale skin stretched tight over his bones!
"Delicious! Delicious!"
At last, he tossed aside