As I sink what’s left of my rapidly decaying teeth into the cold juicy meat of the brain a loud explosion works it’s way into what’s left of my consciousness.

The hunger for brains fights with the fear, no that’s putting it in human terms, the fight or flight animalistic reaction to a loud noise.

I slowly, reluctantly, turn away from my prize. A man stands, maybe 10 metres away, looking my way, open mouthed, shaking his head in abject horror, frozen to the spot.

I stand but immediately stagger violently, small chunks of brain spray out of my slack jaw as my head snaps around.

Something feels wrong. I try to take another step but this time fall. Instinctively my arm goes out to break the fall but as I crunch to the ground I see a severed shoulder and arm nearby, fragmented bone and gore spatter along the path it took as it was blown from my body.

Moments pass, I’m unable to move despite the desire for brains.

Now the man with the gun stands over me and this time he’s aiming it straight at my head.