Hunter: The Beginning
It was a boy. A boy who just wanted everything to go back to normal, even though he didn't remember what "normal" was. His mind was shrouded by thoughts of murder, chaos, and hunger. Hunger for something even deeper than flesh. Hunger for something…stable.
"What…" The Hunter known as Daniel began to say, clenching his teeth together. He was hunched against a cave wall, the spine in his back pressed hard against the large rock.
"What…" he tried again, new tears forming within his tear ducts. Funny that I can cry, he thought, wiping off a single drop of salty water that was now on his cheek, but I can't talk. He had tried this maneuver a hundred times, to try to say something since the time in which he had been bitten. But he couldn't.
"What…" attempted a third time, through clenched teeth, while rubbing his lower back. Every bit of his post-mortem body ached, especially his arms, legs, and back. Definitely his back.
Was he even alive? Certainly he was…or, maybe not. Living people did not have a sadistic craving for human flesh. Living people didn't day dream about eating them, (with the exceptions of Ed Gein, Jeffery Dahmer, and all other cannibals in general). And living people most certainly did not have trouble speaking.
The truth is this: Daniel Thorne was a dead, flesh rendering Hunter.
