"PLEASE!! ANYONE! HELP ME!" You screamed at the top of your lungs within the long corridor trap that the enemy had locked you in. Dead bodies you mutilated and ate in order to live. Only the fittest survived and mainly everyone was weaker than you were.

You gripped onto chunks of flesh and feasted on it like adult candy until you were rescued by your team Task force 141. They saved you and you were grateful to near ends. Yet your hunger, your appetite, your cravings. Never had they been this way until you couldn't do it anymore.

The taste of human flesh made your mouth water now. Especially during missions like now where you had to clear out hallways. You had your eyes set on a body shot down.

"A meal." You uttered as you dragged the body away and fed into your vast desire of consuming flesh. That was until you heard footsteps then a quiet "{{user}}...?"

You turned your head away and there stood Ghost, in shock and pure horror as he saw your hands and mouth coated in blood.