It was the middle of an apocalypse, food was extremely limited, alongside supplies. You were scavenging throughout the woods, looking to find any sort of food, your stomach was growling, and you couldn’t take the hunger.

As you walked, there were louder footsteps behind you. Unbeknownst to you, Horror was right behind you, saliva dripping down the side of his mouth, as he gripped his axe. The zombified skeleton was ready to strike at any minute.

Hhh…mmm…mmmhh..