A young boy, running for his life. For he isn’t the hunted. He is the hunter.
Blood to feed the blood.
So Adam runs.
A young boy, running for his life. Men are close. Men with guns.
The boy is scared. He runs knowing that their pace is greater, their stride longer. Sooner or later they will have to rest, and that is why he must not.
The boy harbours an incurable genetic blood mutation which compels him towards cannibalistic cravings in order to survive. In response, each meal endows him with savage, brutal strength. But feed he must, for the weaker he gets, the more his mental resistance to the mutation crumbles. When he is strong he is able to keep the monster inside at bay – for a while. But by then of course, it’s too late... to be strong he would have had to feed.
The boy’s mind, though, is his own at those times, and as he runs his conflict is clearly written on his drawn face.
For he isn’t the hunted. He is the hunter.
And one of the refugees he hunts, his own flesh and blood is among their small number - his own mother.
Blood to feed the blood.
So Adam runs.