Wolfenstein: Shamblers

Hunger

Hunger

Hunger

His name is forgotten, all he remembers that he use to serve the third reich. Many people believed that a dead body will decompose within a few weeks, but that's not the case for a this poor soul. He died a few weeks ago, but why isn't his body deteriorating? He doesn't know, all he knows that he is incredibly hungry for something that sickens him terribly. Flesh, human flesh to be exact. He doesn't know why it tastes so good but it does.

The helmet that he wore reflected off the moon's light as the wind blew through him, his tattered standard infantry lagged behind him.

The Fire of Paderborn raged through the night as he walked down the its burnt streets. He notice how the bodies wasn't rising from the ground, there can only be one explanation for that. The monster that releases the chemical gas that gives life to the dead is ultimately dead. But why isn't he dead, why is he still alive? The monster is dead, why not him? Those questions plagued what's left of his mind, he thought he would die if the monster dies, but seeing that he's alive and still hungry, he's having second thoughts.

He groan in frustration as he pasted a nearby burnt alleyway that was in complete shambles. Turning the corner, he found a few bodies that looked fresh. His stomach grumbles in attention, indicating that he needs to feed. Getting on the dirt ground, he started to dig into the slightly burnt skin, grabbing as much sweet tendered meat and stuffing it into his mouth. He moaned happily from his meal that not only feed him, but also satisfied his deepen hunger for awhile.

After his most pleasant meal, he started to wonder off to not only get away from the small town but to get away from any humans that will eventually kill him. He slowly had his way into the forest, pasting a few trees on the way. After a few minutes of slowly dragging his cold feet against the foundation of dirt, he stopped abruptly, listening for a second. He honestly thought that he was being followed. He heard a quick snap of a swig behind him, hoping it was a meaty meal, he slowly turned his head to the direction of the noise to only find nothing there. Now sadden from his effortless belief, he let out a quite annoyed groan before wonder deeper into the darken forest.

What felt like hours to him, he finally manage to get out of that accursed forest and into a clear grassy field. The moon reflected off of the most dark greenest grass that he ever seen in his life. But he doesn't really care about the scenery, all he care for is food and right now, he's getting pretty desperate for some meat, he doesn't care if it off of a cow, deer, or anything.

Letting out a grunt, he pasted a few mossy stones and before he knew it, he smell something that completely made his change his mood. The smell of rotten flesh. Once he smelt it, he knew that a corpse is nearby and he knew what that meant. Food, meat, and it smelt fresh too and he does love his meat fresh.

Turning his head to the direction of the savoring smell, he couldn't believe his eyes. A group of dead rabbits was laying on the ground in a perfect pile. Practically drooling over the sight, he didn't waste a one single second as he walked over to the pile, moaning happily for the meal he's about to eat. Grabbing a hold of a leg, he began to dig into the foul smelling corpse, enjoying the taste, he notice how the rabbit was stripped of fur. How can a rabbit survive without their fur, then it hit him like a stone, hardy, wall. There is hunters nearby, most likely human hunters.

He wanted to smile, but all he can is groan but at least he can get some of the tastiest meat he can eat, human meat, just thinking about it makes him charged with undoubtedly hunger.

He glanced around for the human hunter who's responsible for this, but only found the silent wind that hit his rotten face. The only thing that was heard was the growls of his untended stomach that craved for some meat. The hunter will eventually come back for his rabbits and when he returns, he or she will be his next meal.

A group of griffons was flying their way towards the camp that their recent hunt was laying on the ground. As they flew, one of the griffons began to talk about their near distant hunts that he took. Of course they listen, because If they don't he won't stop talking about it and If he won't stop talking about it then the boss will get angry, and If the boss is angry, well kiss their flanks goodbye.

"So, then the deer looked at me and guess what?" Asked Feather Glide, looking at the obliviously annoyed fellow hunters.

"What....." Said Lucky Scar, rolling his now redden eyes from the mid-night hunt. He was honestly on the verge of tearing Glide a new flank if he keeps this up. He dealt with a lot of idiotic griffons but this one, this one is one of the most idiotic, nothing but a waste of space griffon.

"He didn't see me," He answered letting out a chuckle. "Can you believe it, heh stupi-"

Lucky rushed to him, covering his beak, now silencing his irritating voice. The only thing that came out of his mouth was the muffles as he tried to speak.

"Can you hear that?" Placing his talons on his ears, hearing nothing but the silent wind. "That, my boy is silence. Learn it."

He let go of Glide before getting back to the rest of the griffons. Now that he silenced Glide, he can now fly to the camp in peace, or so he thinks. Glide steadily floated towards the group and before they knew it. He started to talk about more of his profoundly, annoying stories. Letting out a sigh, he headed towards their camp to at least get some form of sleep.

As the group arrive in the camp to get some sleep, little did they know, a monstrous creature was waiting in the dark shadows for them. A Monster that is capable to kill anything that seems delicious to him. This creature is nothing that the griffon hunters has ever seen before, are they able to kill such a thing or will they die like pitiful cowards. Only time will tell for they will face a threat that hungers for their flesh.

Scar let out a tiring sigh as he lay his sore head against the soft ground, looking at the beautiful scenary that was above him. The stars was divine, its twinkles always make him peculiarly calm, he doesn't know why but every time he looks at them, it reminds him of his mother that recently pasted away. He wants to believe that his mom is watching him from the stars and he does, sometimes when no ponies is around, he'll pray to his mother. He knows that his mother is listening, when a leaf pasts by him, that his mother dropping by for a visit, when he feels the wind past through him, that is his mother giving him a hug, and when its rains that his mother giving him a kiss.

He looked at his fellow hunters as they huddle around the warm fire that they started not a moments notice, they started laughing due to Glide's recent mistake that involves a stick and a handful of marshmallow, lets just say that he burnt the stick more then the marshmallows.

Letting out a small chuckle, he notice something rather odd. The rabbit meat that he personally placed out was missing a few bits and pieces, like some pony or something took a bite or two. Then a thought of a wild animal like a timberwolf or a manticore could be around the camp jumped through his mind. This seemed to trouble his mind greatly, the thought of a manticore or timberwolf snooping around the camp is frighting. What would happen if it or them come back, they will get hurt or worse killed.

He shook these terrible thoughts aside as he walked towards the scene, crouching down to get a better look of the bites. The bites seemed to have a curtain feature to it, its almost pony-like, but that is impossible the ponies haven't eaten any meat in decades, actually to think about it they haven't ate any meat at all. But then what could've done this? The only meat eaters are the griffons like himself and the dragons, this bite is too small for a dragon.

He glanced around the treeline, staring into the darkness. Whatever did this is gone, but will it return to finish what it started, will they become its next meal?