You would think that ones mind would endure everything, so did Nine-Toes as he took a firm bite from the squealing rat's head. Yum. It's been some time sense he tested a proper hunk of meat, but this counts. Hunger is a funny concept, his memories flashes into past times when such thing wouldn't bother him. But this days he can feel it everywhere .The very basic feeling, the endless search for food. He doesn't blame the undead for their crave for flesh as he also bear this feeling. The hunger starts slowly, grows within ones stomach and makes his way with gentle steps towards ones mind, "chrrrik" goes the skull as Nine-Toes gnaws upon the motionless rodent. One the hunger settles in, and class the mind his new home you're gone for good. Nothing else matter, civilization rise and fall, but you... you're still hungry. "Ahhhhhh" Nine-Toes releases a satisfied groan, this scratches the spot. His thoughts runs forward and backwards leaping between times where he was a man. But no longer, he is something else. Some define this as the apocalypse but the hunger drove him forward. He has evolved into something much better. "Slurp" he licks his lips, this was a good one. He used to be the prey, the very bottom of society, but at this times he shines. He is equal to everyone else and in his mind he is now.... the predator. God bless the apocalypse. With twitchy eyes, he stares from the window of his room - looking for another prey.