Warning! This story contains shape-shifting humanoid carnivores!

They took his wife first. Henry Collins sobbed in anguish while the monsters tore through her tender flesh. Her agonising screaming lasted just seconds. They came for him next. Henry closed his eyes and pressed his back against the cave wall. His fingers wrapped around the set of keys to their holiday cottage as their claws ripped out his throat.

Henry Collins thought that his life wasn't too bad. His wife loved him, he had a decent job and a couple of good friends, but the mood swings which affected him after returning from holiday were beginning to concern him.

They were getting to the point where he'd started to fantasise about actually killing someone. Perhaps he should see a doctor before it was too late?

For Henry as well as everybody else in his town, that point had already passed. The remaining tribe have at last found the runaways. They’re in town to eat and to breed.