After closing the door stacking a couple of boxes of sanitary supplies, you go back to the back of the room and sit, exhausted. You had been exhausted by fatigue and lack of food, which had left their marks on your physique.
I need a break.
Your gaze rests on the previous occupant of that room: a middle-aged man with a slit in his throat. The blood formed a pool under his body. It would be disgusting if it were not for the horrible stench that already plagued the air.
In the end, the fatigue can with you. You close your eyes and go to sleep waiting to wake up.
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You hear a whisper. A cold sensation floods your body.
You open your eyes, scared.
You could feel it, next to you, whispering horrible things in your ear.
But when you look in the direction of the `voiceŽ, you don't see anything.
Even so, the whispers kept echoing deep in your brain. So you stay on your guard.
The hours pass, without incident. You are still hungry but you have nothing to eat. Your gaze falls on the only source of food in the room.
For some reason, the idea doesn't make you gag.
The fingers of your left hand touch the pool of blood and rest them on the coagulated fluid. When You pick them up again, you put them in your mouth, savoring the taste of human blood for the first time.
Unconsciously, you find yourself licking the dark liquid, greedily, trying to take advantage of that tasty liquid for as long as you can. When you finish with the puddle, you focus on the body, you could feel a tingling, deep in your brain, and it wanted to be fed. Your mouth opens, revealing impossibly large jaws for a human mouth, but you were hardly human right now. With an impossible hunger to satisfy, you bend over the corpse and begin to chew its skin.