Every day I groan at the possible outcome of the days to come. Living in an eternity of blackness surrounded in death as I mindlessly feast upon the flesh and guts of every human being I feel is there
I listen to their screams of absolute agony as I gorge myself on their arms, brains, neck and legs. Tasting the sweet juice pouring out of their half-skinless body of which is sure to be blood...
I can't help feeling their pain as I suck all the life out of them, feeling their body squirm as I hold it in an air-tight grip with my rotting hands. I feel their stare of terror as I feast on them.
