That primal urge becomes survival. The parasite begins to crave living cells, and the only cells that satisfy are cells with human DNA . There’s a reason those who walk the streets with rolled back eyes, cumbersome movements and hung-open, dry mouths are called Scroungers.
“I wish I could kiss you,” she says.
“God, I wish I could kiss you, too.”
He continues to walk backwards, his brown wing tips carefully placed one behind the other.
“Please, just…stand there, a moment longer,” she says. “Let me just watch you. It’s all that I have left.”
“You know they’re working on treatments, don’t you?” he says.