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The fighting stopped, I could hear one of the men sobbing quietly for his mother, another was kneeling over a body on the floor, and he reloaded his pistol and placed it one the head of his fallen comrade and pulled the trigger. The blood splattered all over the floor and the sweet smell propelled me into action. I pushed my way free of the bodies of my army and stood up. As I reached my full height there was another gun shot. The man crying for his mother had placed his rifle in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His body slumped down leaving a bloody smear on the wall. The remaining soldier turned to look at the noise.

"Fuck, all we had to do was wait for another hour, the chopper was coming for us. Those fucking dead bastards…."

I reached for him, he was crying, tears were flowing down his cheeks. I reached around him and bit into his neck, tearing a large chunk of flesh with my teeth. His blood spurted into my mouth and he spun around as he fell. A look of shock on his face. He sat against the wall watching as I chewed the flesh I had torn off, his blood around my mouth. I did not notice him reach for the pistol on the floor, as he raised it and aimed at my head, I looked up. He stared at me, the hatred evident in his eyes as he pulled the trigger. The hammer fell on an empty chamber and he screamed. His screams got louder as I made my way towards him and began to feed.

My meal lasted for roughly an hour, it would have been longer but others had been alerted to the noise and had joined in the feast. All that was left of the soldiers was blood on the floor and scattered bones.

I left the building and started to walk again, once more I was on my own. I heard the sound of the chopper and looked towards the sky, I saw it flying in low, passing over the top of the building before coming back round again for another pass. I could see one of them talking on the radio as the helicopter hovered there, I saw him shake his head. Then, one of the people in the passenger seat pointed down to me. The helicopter lowered, drawing others out of the buildings but it stayed out of arms reach. A rifle barrel came out of the helicopter and aimed at me, over the noise I could hear them say.

"My god, it's one of ours…. Yeah I can see the name…. Dawson…. Wasn't he Special Forces?"

The reply to the question I could not hear.

The figure with the gun leaned into the sight and closed one eye. I just stared at them. He squeezed the trigger and an explosion followed.

I hungered no more.