hunger started to creep in. Your stomach practically screaming for you to eat so you slipped out of your bed and headed downstairs to look in the fridge your face etched with disappointment an annoyed sigh escaping your lips when you realised that you had run out of supplies. You would have to go outside with them, the supernatural.

You nervously opened your front door peaking out of it, the skies were decorated in hues of orange and red. You would have to be quick if you wanted to sustain that hunger of yours.