We Are All Hypocrites

Gray walked up to the woman. 

However, at the sound of the fragile heartbeat, he stopped. This of course, was not the heart beat of the mother but rather the heart beat of the baby in her stomach. 

For a moment, Gray actually contemplated what he was doing. 

The old him could not but remind him of the innocence of the unborn child. 

After all, It was not the child's fault that he was to be brought into such a world, were cannibalism was just another tuesday. 

He wanted to kill the woman, but he was not sure that he wanted to kill the child. 

Images of the dead cat people he had seen flowed through the recess of his mind and he could not help but remember that they also had young ones amongst them. 

Just then, his very sensitive nose caught a particular scent in the air. 

This scent was that of roasted meat. The same scent that came out of the bodies of the people that had been cooked outside.