( the creature consumes the stew as if its gone days without eating. face in the bowl, tongue lapping to get whatever else remains. lifting its face, ethan stares at donna through the crack: focused and frozen. simply waiting on her next move. )
( continues to drag the corpse around by the bloody stump. sits next to moreau, pupils blown wide. the taste of blood is unlocking a hidden instinct. )
. . .
( living his best life. )
( impossible in his current state. luckily for him, it is NOT broken. the chicken coaxed him and he reaches into the pot with a fiendish hand, shoving a handful into that gaping mouth. it's the best thing he's had in YEARS. )
. . . 🌀
( after the arm is snapped off with a hideous crunch crunch, ethan drags the rest in front of the television chair. this guy is a better door than a window . . . )
( breaking the fence is an option, but... ethan is doing his very best to remain unnoticed. the second food is brought out, the creature clicks curiously, and makes his way over to the plate of offered food. ohhhh, what do we have here? )















