He sat at the table
His stomach lurched, he was almost on the verge of throwing up.
A few people looked at him, seeming to stare into his soul.
“Why aren’t you eating..?”
The person seemed to hiss, to click.
He took his fork and shakily lifted a piece of the meat to his mouth.
He swallowed, and put it back down.
It smelled like chicken, but he knew better.
The people, no, creatures.
They could...