A hunger beyond all hungers gripped me tightly, squeezing my innards with its evil talons. I wrenched open the fridge door, ravenous. There it was, sitting alone on the middle shelf, cowering under the shadow of my outstretched hand, shivering under the terrifying gaze of my now wolf-like eyes. The beast in me was let loose as I hurriedly removed the poor soul from his white plastic packaging and shoved him in the toaster.
That was the end of the last piece of bread.
