The day after day of one dead
The Sun came up again on the horizon, illuminating this unnamed place. This place must have been a name in the past, but now is just that, an unnamed place. Not that I care, things like this don't have importance to me now. Hour, day, place, all those things are now irrelevant for me, I go through places like this all the time without ever giving importance to them, I just keep walking.
There is only one thing that matters to me now, hunger. That's the only thing my brain can process now, satisfy that hunger that torments me day after day. no matter how much I eat, she never ends, continues tormenting me every day, but I can't stop trying to satisfy her, so I just keep seeking more food, I just keep walking.
Suddenly, I see someone sitting against on a tree, without moving. I didn't give attention to him, because I knew he was like me. Some are even so, patients, waiting for the prey go to them. That's not my case, I'm impatient, I prefer to continue looking for the prey wherever she is. We don't suffer from tiredness, so I don't need to stop to rest, I just keep walking.
Suddenly, something comes up through the trees, that I've been looking for all this time. He's injured, limping, alone and vulnerable. The patient against the tree also saw and followed me toward him. I didn't care, we never important to share. He saw us, but now it's too late, he has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He then began to scream in fear, but I didn't care, I just kept walking.