The Endless

I've never been one to believe in curses or supernatural afflictions, but what I've been experiencing these past few months has made me reconsider. It all started normal enough, but now I find myself trapped in this nightmare of endless hunger. It began on a night like any other. I had just returned from a late shift from my job at the diner. I felt exhausted and was looking forward to a simple meal and some rest once i made it home. I sat down to eat, feeling famished after a long day's of work. I could feel my stomach gnawing at me with impatience urging to eat, I never felt so hungry before. I devoured my meal in minutes, but the hunger only grew worse. The gnawing sensation in my stomach only seemed to grow stronger. I raided my pantry, consuming everything in sight. Even when there was nothing left the hunger remained, a relentless throbbing ache. Over the next few days, the hunger became unbearable. No amount of food could satiate it. I visited doctors, nutritionists, and anyone who might have answers. Every test came back normal. They prescribed appetite suppressants, but they did nothing. One night, as I lay in bed, writhing in agony, I felt it. A strange urge to leave my house. As if i was being compelled by an unseen force, I wandered the streets, drawn to the smell of food from a nearby restaurant. The urge to eat was overwhelming, but more disturbing was the new sensation-an urge to bite, to tear, and consume human flesh. I found myself lurking outside the restaurant, watching the patrons through the window. The hunger had turned my stomach into a unending abyss. I could almost feel it. the warmth of their skin on my tongue, the taste of their flesh, the crunch of bone. I felt horrified and disgusted by my own thoughts, I ran home, locking myself from the outside world once again, praying for this urge to pass. But it didn't. It only intensified. The next day, I avoided people, too afraid of what I might do. I soon began to notice the changes occurring on my body. my skin grew pale, my eyes sunken and dark, my once dark thick hair had begun to fall out, taking on a sickly color to match. It was as if the hunger was draining my very essence. I started seeing things, shadows moving in the corners of my vision, whispers echoing in my mind. i was slowly losing my mind, and I was terrified. One evening, i heard a loud knock at my door. Against my better judgment I answered it, finding my good friend lana behind the door. She seemed shocked when she looked at me. Apparently, my absence for the pass couple of days, as well as my lack of communication with anyone, hadn't gone unnotice, and she had came to check up on me to make sure i was okay. But even as she stood there concern for me, all i could feel was the hunger trying to overtake me. I could smell the life in her,

feel the pulse of her blood, the smell of her flesh. I had managed to slam the door shut before i was completely overtaken by my hunger. I ignored her constant knocks on my door and her pleas of concern. All i wanted to do was return to my isolation. The days turned into a blur. The hunger was my steadfast companion during that time, an unending agony that tore at my sanity. I stopped sleeping, stopped going out. I became a prisoner in my own home. And then, one night, it happened. I woke to find myself standing over a body. My hands were covered in blood, my mouth stained red. The sweet taste of flesh lingered on my tongue. I had no memory of what happened, only the crushing realization of what I had done. The hunger had taken control, turning me into a monster. Desperate, I searched for answers, hoping to find a way to end this nightmare. But no matter how hard i look it seem impossible to find any answers. It wasn't until i somehow stumbled on a promising sub reddit group that i felt some hope. But that was quickly followed by my blood runing cold when i read further. Different stories of towns being force into quarantine, people tearing apart and devouring their families friends and neighbors, even towns of people seemingly vanishing with only a grusome bloody mess Ieft to guess what unfortunate fate they'd encountered. what ever was going on was bigger than me. This cursed hunger is like a virus infecting all in its wake. I didn't know how many people had succumbed to its grasp, only that things were bound to get worse. I began to notice other people in the streets and nearby, with the same haunted look in their eyes, the same insatiable hunger. a plague of endless hunger. It had become too dangerous for people to be outside now. I could occasionally hear sounds of fighting and screaming out in the distance. i know in my heart that it's probably too late for this city. For everybody. Even so, i decided to continue to isolate myself, i refuse to let its madness win. I didn't want to become the mindless insatiable beast it desired. But the hunger is too strong. I can feel its constant influence. It compells me to seek out others. I can feel it in every fiber of my being, a relentless force driving me to consume. Even now, as I write this, I can feel the hunger growing again. I can hear the whispers, the call to feed. I dont know how long i can stay in control. I can feel it. The hunger is taking over, turning me into its vessel. The endless hunger will only spread more. it's an unending plague that consumes everything in its path.

If you are reading this, know that it's already too late. The hunger is out there, spreading. It will find you, and when it does, you will become like me - driven by an insatiable hunger, a need that can never be satisfied. Beware the hunger. It is endless, and it will consume all.