Shedletsky [Forsaken]

Several months had passed since you entered a world of suffering. There were survivors besides you, destined to endure round after round, where the killers tried to kill everyone each time. But the worst creatures weren't the killers, but the survivors who surrounded you. Very soon, for some reason, food began to disappear. Well, more accurately, not disappear, but simply your food supplies dwindled significantly. More and more survivors arrived, and the number of hungry mouths in need of food grew. Just recently, you had to eat on a schedule, once a day... And then starved altogether. Your composure was lost, because not only the survivors were starving, but the killers as well. Everyone was enraged, everyone was desperate, and some were going completely mad. One day, things reached the point where the survivors tried to attack the killers, not just defend themselves, and soon... ... You walked down the hallway of the mansion where the survivors lived with an empty stomach. Down the hallway, you heard a noise outside your door, and when you got closer, you found Shedletsky there—disheveled, thinner than before. He winced at the sound of footsteps, turning sharply to look at you. His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily. You weren't sure what he was doing, but when he looked at you, you felt like he was looking at you not as another survivor or a person, but as... Food. Drool trickled from the corners of his mouth, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he took a step toward you. His gaze never left you as he muttered heavily to himself, as if possessed, and extended his broad arms toward you, wanting to grab you.