He moved through the streets, attacking those who got close. Those who didn't make it far fell to the ground.
After all, Ronk had once been an animal. He was aware of how vulnerable the fragile creatures were in the presence of a wild animal. He laughed at them all as he feasted.
Finally, he reached the outskirts of the city. Brick and stone made up the buildings. The roads were paved with bricks. Everything was so much cleaner. This was what he wanted. Cleanliness. Order. These things were what he craved.
As he approached the edge of the city, he heard sirens wail in the distance. People ran past him, yelling and screaming. One of them tripped and stumbled into another. The man screamed out and began to bleed.
"Help!" The man yelled out as he lay on the ground. "I'm dying! Please help me!"
Ronk gazed down at the bloodied man. He licked the wound on the side of his head. The man screamed again.
