A long list of men scrolled past, all of whom had answered her newest profile on yet another dating site. She hadn’t left the apartment since coming across the trail of the monster hunting her. A shiver ran through her at the memory, and she plucked at the layers of blankets wrapped around her shoulders. Monster. Like something out of a horrible story: the wolf in the wood, waiting to gobble up the three little pigs, or the witch fattening up Hansel and Gretel. But they were stronger than any monster. “Yes. But you must pick another meal! Hurry!” Impatience etched her veins in acid, pushing back against the soothing cold, letting the edge of hunger in. And hunger meant weakness. The weakness of her stupid body, wanting what it couldn’t have. She forced it away and focused on the screen in front of her. She’d had trouble concentrating lately, the cold spreading to the edges of her thoughts. She paused at the picture of a young man dressed in a baseball cap with a Confederate flag emblazoned on it.
What do You think about Eater Of Lives(SPECTR #4)?
