Posted by
Catmman on Monday, October 27, 2008 10:31:07 AM
Their hunger is insatiable, a primal instinct.
There is no cold, no heat, no sensation in the nerves. No want, at least as it’s defined by living man. No thirst, no shame, no emotion. No need for comfort. No thought of others; no thought at all. No longer driven by the basics of biological life - no heart beat, no blood flows through the veins or arteries. Though respiration can occur there is no biological need for the air.
They are driven only by a single, all encompassing urge –
to feed.
There is no enjoyment in the feeding; no nourishment is imparted. Only one overriding feeling, if it can truly be described as such –
the more they feed, the more they are driven to feed.
They are relentless.
They move not as a collective. To be a collective there would need to be some type of rational thought, a cooperation belying intelligence. A collective moves towards a united purpose, though a single-minded one. It is one guided by rational thought of some kind. They mimic a collective but this is a group of individuals, a horde - a horde of unmitigated shambling terror.
They know no fear.
They drive on.
They will not stop.
They must feed!
A window breaks…
Putrid hands push through the broken glass…
The grey, mottled skin tearing upon the shards, bloodless…
You release the bolt on your shotgun, it slams a shell home…
You’ve been discovered.
To be continued…