"Don't chase the rabbit."
((I'm so sorry if this isn't what is being asked. ;~; ))
It was by some miracle that his mother hadn't believed what she'd 'dreamed' had been real. Just some random lucky fluke that she thought it a nightmare. Hershel supposed it was a very good thing she didn't - he, Henry and Randall had all agreed that they couldn't tell anyone what Hershel was going through, not even Angela or Dalston because who knew how they'd react or who they might accidentally let Hershel's secret slip to, and how those people would react in turn.
Hershel had been trying to control himself. trying valiantly to force himself to return to normal, natural eating habits; to ignore the hunger and resume being human. Unfortunately, it hadn't gone well - he'd managed to eat normally for a little over a week before snapping, giving in to the hunger possessing him and, to his shame, hunt for food one quiet night.
For something large, moving, and human-shaped.
He supposed it was lucky that there were a few tourists in town that day - maybe not tourists, but certainly not from Stansbury. He'd taken one of them, knocked them out, and dragged the man back to his room to swallow.Which was when his mother found him.
He could vaguely recall being halfway through eating the man when his mother came in, apparently being awake and concerned by the noise. That or he'd not been quiet enough and had woken her up.Either way, he remembered being angry that he was disturbed. That somebody was interrupting.
He'd swallowed her whole as well, taking down the intruder and adding the unwanted guest to his meal - realizing almost immediately that it had been his mother. Hershel had spat her out, praising whatever was listening that she was both alive and unconscious. He'd cleaned her off as best he could manage, then slipped her into her own bed - granted with some effort.
He'd been making sure to go to Randall once a week since then. To have his friend stuff him full to bursting with whatever big edible things they could get their hands on.
Randall was right - whatever was happening to him, was getting much worse.
