av Steven Ross
235,-
It was the end of the world for some, the beginning of a new for others...for us. I'd tell you my name, but names mean nothing now. All that matters now is the need to feed. The need...for flesh. Those humans who remain? Nothing more than meat to be hunted and consumed, if they are lucky - some of us like the sport: maiming, torturing...worse. There's so few of them now, we've taken to feeding on each other. Safety is nowhere to be found, the strong prey on the weak, the law of the jungle. I remember, though - I had a life once, a real life. A beautiful wife, and a son to be proud of. He's gone now, killed from before the end, but she's still with me - changed, as I am - a new thing, a violent thing, a hungry thing. I've tried so hard to cling to the final shreds of my humanity, but it's hard...so hard. And I hunger... This is a dark, disturbing, and frankly, terrifying book. One that leads the reader to look into themselves, wondering, what would they do? For hunger. For survival. For love.