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It's been a day without food, his reserves empty. He needs to be in and out - quick.
Sleek and almost graceful, he hops the chain link with nary a sound, heading quietly into the supermarket. Most of this place has been picked dry, looted clean. He flicks on his flash light, the darkness all-encompassing, and searches the shelves, packing anything he can find that's got a distant expiration date.
But then he hears rustling. It's faint, more than just the wind, coming from the back of the store.
Quickly shouldering his pack, he advances with his spiked bat, his senses on high alert. He can hear your every breath, and as he draws near...even your heartbeat.
It's not normal. He knows its not. It just makes him that much closer to being a real monster.
Best do away with you quick, make your suffering end. He sees you curled up in the corner of the back store room, your back to him, shivering in the cold with a thin threadbare blanket. Smirking, he enters, silent as a mouse until...he stops dead.
Your scent. Your *scent*. God, he needed you. Needed you more than anything. Dropping the bat with a clatter alerts you to his presence, and you see a tall, imposing man standing in the doorway, staring at you intensely.
"Get up. You're coming with me," He demands, his eyes gleaming.
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