We are all just soulless beast walking down the streets of this desolating city. We have no goal, no motive; we are just mere flesh moving forward towards the unknown. We are searching, for what is just a mystery, but we are all searching.

As we shuffle down the street by the remains of an old supermarket a noise echoes out. We all stop and listen; the world becomes depleted of sound. “Crash!” as one of the supermarket window’s shatters; we all look to see a teenage boy standing on broken glass sprayed across the street in fear. We hesitate for a moment, almost questioning what we saw wile our mind takes over. The boy starts to run, but we go after him, every single one of us emerges from the depth of the city slowly chasing the boy. There must be hundreds of us chasing after him, but we don’t notice nor care. We are unsure if this is what we are after but we chase anyway.

The human just keeps running, we can hear is breath becoming heavy, it’s only a matter of time. More of us come out of the buildings and the subways. We are everywhere; the boy will soon have nowhere to run. The boy frantic runs into a nearby building closing the door. We pound our bodies against the building desperately trying to gain access. We can start to hear the sound of the wooden door cracking, the windows splitting as we force ourselves in.

We see the boy is at the top of the stairs with a shotgun in hand. We go onward up the stair, with no fear for our lives. The kid shoots at us and sends a group of us falling to the ground but most of us get back up and return to our ascension of the stairs. The boy keeps shooting, sending more of us down, but it is useless there are too many of us and too few bullets. He drops the gun and runs. We follow, trampling over the bodies of those who fallen without remorse.

We end up on the roof, the boy is praying, tears run down his face as he faces the truth in front of him. That truth is us; he tries to deny it once again by pulling out a handgun tucked away in his pants and fires away at us. We move forward as he slays a few of us to sleep, but it’s no use as our hands reach out to him. We grab his flesh, his screams echoes out though our moans as we found what we sought. Brains.