[Salone]

Lev gazed on in what could almost be described as bewilderment. Sweet tender flesh lay before him like cattle. Succulent tiny forms, all begging to be stripped of flesh and bone, to be consumed. To...to be...

He brought himself back to his senses in time to shield his eyes from the flame. Fire blanketed defiled flesh and sent a wall of acrid stench in his direction. He breathed it in deeply, inhaling the smell of the charred children. What amounted to a cooked meal spread before him caused him to salivate, to hunger.

Take it.

Lev shouldered his rifle. He took several steps in to the field of writhing undead, not bothering to watch where he stepped as he crushed burnt limbs grasping for salvation. Never mind the walls of fire. Never mind the danger. He was searching. Searching for one that was more...intact.

Take it! Consume it!

With what could only be described as joy, he found a corpse that still had the meat he searched for. With a solid stomp he pinned the body to the ground, boot grinding against its small skull. As a small and rancid hand reached up in protest, he grasped it firmly in his...and used it to rip the arm free from its socket. Bones groaned, tendons ripped and popped free, and finally the muscle itself parted as the limb was torn away. Skin and tissue dangled limply from the appendage that Lev now held.

It was beautiful. It was delectable. The odor filled his nostrils, compelled him to feast. His jaws opened wide, gaping at this wonderful meal that he had stumbled on to.

CONSUME

"Ne zdes'!"

With a furious might he hurled the torched limb, watching the skin slide off as it bounced along the ground. He panted hard, fighting himself internally to resist this buffet of morsels that quite literally lay before him. After a moment he turned to the rest of the group, barking orders to them.

"These are children! Conserve your ammunition. Rip them apart."