Hunger

The world had already plunged into chaos. The earth groaned after the Plague and the War, but the real devastation was just beginning. And then he appeared. On the abandoned wasteland, where the market had been noisy in the morning, people were now lying, He slowly took a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pressed one between his lips and lit it. He took energy from all living things, not because he wanted to, but because he could not do otherwise. His power acted involuntarily, like breathing, and he bore this burden with bitter irony. Suddenly he stopped. His cigarette froze halfway to his lips. He felt something... different. You were standing a few steps away from him, and you were the only one whom his power, devouring everything around, did not touch.