*Sigh* Another day in this lonely life. My parents died 3 years ago in a plane crash that I should have been on but I didn't feel like going on vacation with them this time. I was 17 at the time and thought I just had to go to a party being held so my parents reluctantly left after being unable to convince me to go. I remember waking up a day after they left hungover getting a call from our house's butler that they died. On that day I wish I died with them and I might as well have because I dropped out of high school and stopped going to parties I cut of all my "friends" after I did as well as they only really associated with me because I was rich. Did I mention that my parent's worth was 1 billion? Well, they were, and because of that, I didn't really have to work or go to school if I didn't want to so I basically stayed at home, played video games, and ate tons of food.

I used to be decently fit at 200 lbs 6ft tall. I have short brown hair and green eyes and was quite handsome. During my high school days, I had a different girlfriend each month as they all were basically superficial gold diggers. After I dropped out I gained 150 lbs and haven't had a girlfriend or friend since. I also moved out of my parent's mansion, bought a 5-star hotel in the nearest next city called Angels. The population is around 1 million but doesn't matter to me too much as I stay here in my Hotel. I have food made and delivered 3 times a day. I have someone go get whatever other supplies I need and have them delivered. I also go as far as having someone take my clothes and do my laundry for me. So I rarely actually leave the room unless I am either going to the pool on the first floor which isn't that often. All in all, I am basically waiting for death at this point. I haven't socialized in awhile and I do the same thing every day.

So yeah, that's my life now and right now it's 10 am in the morning, and I still haven't received a knock on the door for my breakfast, weird. I decide I am going to go down to the first floor and see what the problem is so I go to flick my switch on in my room to find out the lights aren't working. Huh? Guess I have two things to talk about at the front desk. So I head out of my room into the hall taking a right to go in the direction of the elevator. An interesting note is that I am the only one that lives on this floor as I made it that way. Each floor consisted of 30 rooms and the first 10 floors had a lot of entertainment, restaurants. They had a fancy garden area on the first floor.

Once I got to the elevator Area I pressed on the bottom to find go down to only find out that they literally aren't working right now. Do I really have to fucking walk all the way down to the first floor using stairs? Fuck, I wish I stayed in shape. I will most definitely not be coming back up to this floor when I get down there. I will tell them that I'll be staying in another room on the 2nd floor while I wait for the elevators to work again. I walk to the stairs and open the steel door leading to the stairwell.

*Sigh* let's get started.

I begrudgingly start my journey down the stairs. It is silent until I get to floor 35 as there aren't really that many people staying on these top floors as most people want to stay as close as they can to the entertainment.

*Bang.....bang.....bang* there is slow moderately loud banging noise at the door leading to the 35th floor.

Hmm... I wonder why they can't open the door. Is the door lock malfunctioning? oh well, I guess I will help them open up the door.

I decided to try to open the door for them and I immediately regret the decision as what I see on the other side of the door. There is a man in a business suit with chunks of flesh missing on his face and arms and there is a massive amount of blood flowing down from his mouth as if he was drinking blood and his eyes looked glazed over.

Before I could even react to what is going on he charged me and grabbed onto me tackling me and biting down on my neck.

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"Ahhhhh!!" I scream out as I feel the flesh on my tearing away and I try to shove him off but I am too weak to and I slowly fade out as I start to feel colder.

Am I really going to die here alone?

The last few moments I have of life I start regretting not doing and seeing more instead of wasting away.

.......

.......

*thump*

......

*thump*

In the endless abyss of death, I can hear my heart starting to beat again. I slowly open my eyes to see the familiar stairwell where I met my doom at.

What? I could have sworn I died from having my throat ripped apart.

I immediately place my hand on my neck to feel smooth skin that wasn't torn apart. I sit up and notice a dried pool of blood on the ground and my clothes died red from blood.

I most definitely died as there is blood as evidence of that, but how could my neck heal?

After thinking about what this could mean I freeze in fear as I look down the hallway past the door that is open to the 35th floor.

*Groan...Bang*

I see multiple bloodied grotesque figures shambling in the hallway with limbs scattered about in massive pools of blood everywhere with multiple doors broken open. I hear the occasional groan and soft bang on a door that hasn't been open yet. I clutch my chest as I feel my heart racing and I'm unable to move from my place even though I know that I need to leave.

*dev....*

I hear a soft whisper next to my right ear making me jump from my place and look to see nobody there. I couldn't even hear what they were saying.

I must be hallucinating. yeah, after almost dying I am sure I am in shock. I am immediately proved wrong as I hear a whisper again but slightly louder.

*Devour....*

After hearing the voice again my heart starts beating faster and I feel my vision starts to turn red and I feel the adrenaline pumping.

What.. what is going on with me? What am I suppose to devour?

*DEVOUR THEM!!!*

I hear the whisper again but this time it is a blood boiling deep gritty scream. Once I hear the voice again my veins start bulging and I start slowly walking towards the bloodied figures.

Why am I walking? Why do I feel as if I haven't eaten in years? Body stop moving towards them if you don't want to die again.

My body continues to trudge forward slowly. Step by step towards the 10 bloodied figures. They luckily haven't noticed me yet.

Body Stop, please stop!!

I can't even shout out loud, I can only try to urge my body to stop but I am now walking at a normal walking speed towards them and they notice and finally turn towards me.

"Grawr!!!" they all start screaming and start moving shambling towards me.

I can my the corners of my mouth lift up and I smile in a crazed demonic manner and start running towards them as fast as my body will take me.

*Slam* I crash into the first zombie knocking him down and my body pins him down with more strength than I should have and tear into his ripping chunks of flesh out with my teeth and swallowing it.

Wh..what? why does their flesh taste like steak? No even better than steak. This is honestly better than anything I have ever eaten before and I feel a surge of strength flow through me. It feels almost like a drug to me. I need to eat more of this. Give me more. More more more more more MORE MORE!

I rapidly go into a state of insanity and blackout.

(3rd POV)

Hector after being in a state of insanity starts tearing the figure he has pinned down a part limb to limb. First, he tears off its right arm then its left. While he is dismembering it he is tackled by a couple more bloodied figures and they start tearing chunks of flesh off of him but that isn't enough to stop him as he also starts tearing into and consuming one of the figures chunk my chunk. His flesh that that is being torn apart is also at a slow but visible rate is regenerating. Afiter killing off one of the figures he throws off the other but is surrounded by the rest as they charged towards him. It turns into a full-on dog pile as he brawls with these monsters. He tears of a chunk of flesh, they tear chunks off of his arms. He takes their eye. They take his hand. Each side trying to consume the other and eventually Hector kills off all of the figures. Each time he consumes some of their flesh he felt like he could keep going.

If one would see Hector they would see a figure surrounded by bodies and chunks of flesh scattered all over the floor while he himself is missing an arm and part of his face. After being the last one standing he collapses passing out. His body ever so slowly starts to stitch itself together into one again while he remains motionless in the pile of corpses.