Walker

He walked down the streets of the city he didn’t quite remember. He didn’t have a destination; he just walked and walked and walked. Nothing really made sense to him anymore, he just knew one thing: He was starving, which was the reason why he was walking around restless. 

The streets were deserted. Cars were all over the road, each stopped at weird angles. There was a siren wailing in the distance but he didn’t seem to hear it at all. Some people were running, others just screamed and collapsed or simply grabbed things from the stores and disappeared in the alleys. Everything was absolute chaos and disarray and he still didn’t care. 

Finally, he found what he was looking for. A woman was sprawled on the sidewalk, the smell of blood and death heavy around here. Others were already on their knees, all around her. He followed suit and knelt beside the senseless woman. She might have had a family, a partner, children, maybe even a pet. But all of that was being thoroughly erased by him and the others. 

At first, he didn’t understand why he had felt so drawn to her. Then, the sight of blood hit him. Someone on his left had ripped her belly open, and the skin was flaccid and it smelled flowery. On his right, a head was bobbing along her thigh, now a creamy red mess. His hand found their way slowly and they made a grab for something inside the woman’s torn stomach. They drew a piece of her intestines close to his mouth and his teeth ripped through it with ease. 

The taste lit his whole body. There was no turning back now.