It was the end of the world for some, the beginning of a new for others...for us. I'd tell you my name, but names mean nothing now. All that matters now is the need to feed. The need...for flesh. Those humans who remain? Nothing more than meat to be hunted and consumed, if they are lucky - some of us like the sport: maiming, torturing...worse. There's so few of them now, we've taken to feeding on each other. Safety is nowhere to be found, the strong...