preface

I never thought that I would feel so sick, so hungry, so disgusting and vile and horrible and masochistic and suicidal and gross and ill and hopeless.
What the hell are you talking about? you ask. Well, you see, dear reader of this stupid story, I will tell you.
If I had friends sooner, I would have made them call me something else. But they call me Hunter. And that's my name. I hate that name, and you'll soon figure out why.
Nice to meet you. What's your name? I don't care. Let's get on with this.
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Hunter Evans is a nineteen-year-old university student. What happens when he wakes up in the middle of the city, alone and feeling a little bit less than human?

Cover photo by Mike Rollerson (?)