Jesse felt the impact from the bullets but they didn't mean anything for very long. Even the one to his head healed up before he could even consider it. Had he been a man and not a monster, it might have meant something to him, being shot in the head and surviving it.
All it did now was manage to enrage him a little bit more.
The meat was trying to get rid of him, and that wasn't going to happen. He was going to have his second bite. The first one had tasted so nice. It had filled his stomach oh so slightly. He knew that more of her would fill more of him. And then maybe he'd be satisfied. Maybe.
There were others like him, pushing up closer and closer as the seconds ticked by. He needed to get to her first.