※ This work contains depictions of non-consensual acts and graphic cannibalism. Reader discretion is advised.
In a world reduced to ashes by nuclear war…
As extreme famine drives humanity to consume its own kind, monstrous beings called “Ghoul,” driven mad by their insatiable hunger for human flesh, begin to emerge.
Only ‘I,’ with the help of my brother, managed to survive without consuming human flesh.
“Even in death, I don’t want to be eaten.”
Determined to honor my dying brother’s wish, I risked my life to cremate his infected body.
But I failed.
Instead, I found myself captured by a group of strangers.
* * *
Long, slender fingers grasped my chin, lifting my head.
“Beautiful,” the man murmured.
He released my chin and yanked me forward.
As I stumbled after him, I saw the others loading my brother’s half-burned body into the back of a truck.
The moment I realized who they were, I tried to back away.
These were human hunters.
And I was about to become their prey.
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