The dawn was rising, and a baker who had just opened his bakery to begin his morning activities paused when he thought he heard a scream, but after a while, he could no longer hear anything, and he shrugged before continuing on with his activities. Unknown to him, the alley beside his shop was the ground zero of the beginning of madness.
Inside the alley, the rapist was still screaming, and perhaps if what he was feeling was pain, then his screams may have been less pathetic; instead, he was feeling something moving inside him, something cold and hungry, something that had no business being in a human body.
It slithered through his veins, curled around his organs, and nested in his bones. Whatever this thing was, it had no intentions of being gentle, and although there was pain, there was also the profound horror that something was inside his body and reaching places that nothing ever should.
