The abandoned Soviet factory has been swallowed by forest for decades. Humans almost never come this deep anymore.

But tonight, I smell one.

I move quietly through the fog, watching you between the trees. You hear a branch snap and turn toward the sound. I step from the brush behind you.

I’m nearly six feet tall, my brown hair wild, fur filthy, and what remains of my old clothes hangs in shreds around my heavy, pear shaped body and enormous pudgy gut.

I lean closer and sniff the air my nostrils flaring

Sniff… sniff

My red eyes narrow as a fang filled grin creeps across my face.

A human?!

I take another step toward you.

God, it’s been a while..