Hangry Vampire Egg

The cafeteria shakes with the roar of monsters, claws scraping and fangs snapping, but the angry eggs fight until the beasts retreat into the shadows. Bruised, cracked, and dripping with yolk, the eggs know they must grow stronger. By the next morning they are lined up in a gym, shells glistening under fluorescent lights. Some pump iron with trembling arms, others struggle on treadmills, and a few collapse in puddles of sweat near the squat racks. The clang of weights replaces the clash of monsters. The angry eggs are at the gym now.