Big Salmon Lake i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory

merrick felt the grip relax; he ripped from the man in a tumult of rage and fear. he had pitted himself against a child, a boy, a girl, a woman — even with the world’s starvation hanging from The Hunter like a millstone, merrick was no match.
snakelike all the same, he twirled in the waters and snapped for the revealed sodden undercarriage of the man, another bite glancing across one thin shoulderblade — he curled himself between the powerful legs and cut his jaws up and up
and up, leg screaming, mind screaming, a shriek of vengeful fear that went on and on forever.