Night of the Miracle Man

Years ago Jack had been strong. He had been strong and quick, and Jack decided that the time to recapture whatever wit and strength he had left had come. As Jack was making this decision, the entire matter became academic, because a set of jaws over fifteen inches long locked on Jack's jugular vein with an unholy wet crunching sound, and even as he felt himself suddenly wet and hot with his own blood, he was still able to frame the thought that at least, for tonight, nobody here will go hungry. And just like that, the feeding began.