Gnawing, relentless pain.

Clutching at his stomach, Zebra growls, low in his throat.

He's a pit with no bottom. Constantly clamoring for

more,

More,

MORE.

He'd kill for the emptiness to cease.

One touch, one taste... he needs to be filled.

But it's impossible. Zebra, wildly, shovels the bounty into his deformed mouth.

The hard edge of the hollow ache subsides. Even so, he bites back a whimper.

In just a matter of minutes, he knows...

It's not enough.

IT'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH.