taste for flesh

His gaze cast forward, looking through the remenants of his eyes. He struggles to see what is shown, one intent in mind, he continues forward. He is one of many, swarming this 'barren wasteland' this hell. like the others his craving for flesh, and his thirst for blood, remains unsatisfied. A light shines softly in the distance he sees it! sees what is before him stopped in his tracks, the spell is broken slowly he is torn to pieces by the others.