I put down my sandwich, the salty pickles and melty cheese not hitting like usual; each swallow felt hollow. I sighed. Comfort food had lost its comfort. I reluctantly switched on the TV, wishing I could stay in denial. I slid the curtains closed to block the glare.
“Government officials are warning people not to look up at night. Scientists have confirmed the gravitational pull of the moon has changed, looking at it can cause behavioural shifts. Grant, do we-”
I gasped as a man flew on screen in a blur, knocking the reporter to the ground. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back to smack the ground. He paused for a moment and calmly dropped her limp body as the feed cut.
“Behavioural shifts, my ass. That was violent!” I shook my head and tossed the sandwich, my appetite gone.
Curious, I opened my Facebook newsfeed to see a barrage of stories - multiple people had been attacked, the assailants always jumped on them and smashed their heads into the ground.
A video showed a woman launching at a teenage boy, fingers clamping around his head before slamming it into the sidewalk. She stayed there momentarily before letting go, sighing as if sated. She stood, brushing herself off. I swear I saw her smile.
Shaken, I locked my doors and closed all the curtains.
I woke up the following day ravenous. Unmotivated to cook, I washed some grapes and shoved a few in my mouth. I bit into them and immediately noticed the lack of sweetness. They were juicy but tasted of nothing. I ate them anyway, knowing I needed energy.
Not satisfied, I made some toast, a bagel, and some cereal. No matter how much I ate, I was still hungry. Thinking back, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten. Days passed; as my hunger grew, so did my panic.
The world was terrified to go outside, especially at night. My doctor wouldn’t take appointments, research was useless, and I was running out of food. Needing answers, I put on a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses to venture out. I cringed as the hunger clawed at my stomach, my knees weak. I couldn’t wait until daylight.
I walked, keeping my head down, until I reached the hospital. I lifted my gaze to enter and locked eyes with a man on his way out. The pit anchored in my gut lurched, and I launched forward as if controlled by strings. My mouth watered as my mind reeled, the insidious desperation growing incessant.
It was as if my mind detached and hovered as I jumped on the man and pulled him down, my limbs reacting to an irresistible pull. Instinctively, I yanked his head back so he faced up. My mind returned to my body as a sudden calm overtook everything. The hunger vanished; relief flooded my senses until his panicked, livid voice cut through the haze.
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