"Exactly," Jes said. "Humans, even humans ready to eat each other, have this nasty habit of getting into groups and cooperating, especially when they have something to group up around. A person, or an idea. Cain's both."

David groaned as he let his head hang.

"I fucking hate people."

"Ha, yeah?"

"Yes, I fucking hate people. Mindless animals without a single critical thought going through their heads. Stupid, selfish, self-obsessed, ignorant sheep. They can't reason. They can only follow the group." He looked at his right hand, and squeezed, imagining punching a moron, any moron, with enough force to break a jaw, like he'd imagined a hundred times before.

That...