Hunger led
Remus to scavenge. He could swiftly snatch a squirrel off a limb, rip off its
head, to make peeling the skin easier, and devour the raw flesh. The squirrels
were tasty, ok, but made for a skimpy meal and Remus was also very thirsty, a
thirst that the small furry animals insignificant amount of blood would not
satisfy. The slaughtered game became larger with each kill. The cavern that had
opened up in his body could not be filled.
The forest
did not offer a large variety of prey. The bears, wolves and mountain lions had
been hunted to extinction. Only the occasional herd of deer would trek through
foraging on the way to higher ground. There was nothing the white tailed doe
could do to save her fawn from Remus. He fell on the fawn knocking it to the
ground, pull the neck back until it snapped and ferociously, like some animal, bit
deep and hard into the fawn’s neck. Hugging the dead fawn on the forest floor,
Remus let the blood drain into his mouth.
The small
herd ran off without looking back.
End of Chapter Four
(To Be Continued.)
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