The Hungry Ones

Dead is DEAD, and there is no in between. I would have believed him if it hadn't been for what I saw that day. The people that used to be human and I referred to as vultures were now more than just street scum in search of whatever they could steal. They had...evolved, I guess you could say. Mutated. Been...reborn, again? Whatever term fit them best, it was mild in comparison to what they really were. Their skin, once rough and leathery from so much time spent outside in the hot sun and lacking any type of decent diet, was now...flaking off. Blistering. Peeling. Like they were suffering from some advanced strain of leprosy. And...those eyes. Their eyes were so bloodshot, the sockets appeared to be filled with blood. I knew what they wanted. I knew WHO they wanted. They wanted ME...