SANQUINOLENCY – (adj) being addicted to bloodshed
Tyce finally left his house after a long few hours of restless sleep. His humanity and patience were growing thin as time dredged on. He needed an outlet, something he could destroy without feeling too bad about himself. Maybe another Hunter…he shuddered slightly at the memory, a welcome feeling of relaxation overcoming him.
With a grunt of effort, he made his way outside back towards the wreckage he had seen earlier. The group of Commons surrounding the lake had multiplied, the flames keeping them at bay. He could smell the fresh scent of death and infection, and a soft sound seemed to come from the broken hull. He knocked a few hungry brothers out of the way with a sweep of his fist and trampled those who fell in his path.
The wreckage was still fairly fresh. Ending the life of one who was already on the brink of death would not only satisfy his animalistic needs, but his moral standards as well. He crushed more forgotten mothers, fathers, sisters, brother, his own bloodlust driving him forward into the water.
The chilly liquid sloshed around him like a typhoon as he dug a path towards his smoldering prize. The mud gathered around his bare feet and legs like leeches as murky lake water and engine oil got under his arms. He finally came up to the hull of the vessel and found the opening that split it down the middle. He took in a deep breath and grunted.
Nothing. Empty. No worried breathes, no fresh vomit, no blood smears or pools of sweat. Just the scent of brethren and the faded flavor of immunity.
Tyce backed away in time to see a Smoker moving along the shore line, ignoring him. A Hunter was crouched beside him, having stopped only briefly to rummage through his wake. How dare that hooded thing loot while he rummage through crap! God, but did he need to spill blood. He roared at the Infected pair, who started and took off away from the carnage.
The Tank lowered his authoritative stance and went back to land, his bloodlust having subsided after a moment. He didn't have the energy to chase after those two and mutilate them. Maybe he would wander around until time stopped him.
Or death. Whichever blessed him with its touch first.