When all the food was gone he went to get up, to get more food and bring it to his safe place. But his legs were gone, the soft bodies of the things inside him languishing where once meat and sinew lay. But still the hunger and the love tormented him, so he chewed at the flesh of his hands and arms, gulping down the corrupted tissues.

The death threats didn't help, either. He was lucky though. The day a nail-bomb blew out the shopfront, mincing the soft bodied humans within, he was on a day off. The five staff and two patients, and their unborn cargo, who were in the building at the time, weren't so lucky. Pro-Life my ass!