“The meat was pulsating. Grunting–from pigs. The corpses shifted, then rolled off onto the floor. Trotters clicked on the vinyl. They smelled him. Death-clouded eyes found the intruder. Snouts split in two, baring angry, red flesh. Human eyeballs rolled left and right within two slits in the redness. The closest pig dropped to its stomach. Snap! Fingers. A hand pulled itself out of the pink rip. Another. A pause, then bumps formed in the back. The tips of fifty-caliber bullets poked free–spines from neck to tail. The hands helped the animal feet–made the creature faster, but awkwardly.”