My heart is racing, I can feel my mind slipping away…It was an hour ago that the fight ended and only ten minutes have passed since I found out I was bitten. As the leader of my team (and as the oldest family member) I want to protect everyone.
Damn I can feel the shivers down my body. Where am I, who am I!!!…Get a grip no one has noticed. We are at a funeral home, funny right! I only see a dim reflection of me in the mirror…what’s this hunger…I’m so hungry I would eat a horse….My sister is coming….
Papi you OK? she asks me in this sweet voice….oh my God she smells so good….I have never smelled something this ripe, a sweet fruit so delicious so delectable. She’s my sister!!!!…..F@ck run!! don’t do this!!!

I can feel my innards just getting ravaged inside….I look pale…how long has it been?….
tod y me ateee my muuuum…shhhiiiii tasty
muuuyyy liiife s goonnnn
pllleeeeese kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllll meeeee arg

Next Morning: Army doing routine patrolling of the area enters the Funeral Home. Squad Leader gets on the radio with his chain of command: Sir, we are in the south sector where the Funeral Home is situated on Passage Park….Commanding Officer replies: 3rd squad can you give me a sit rep of the area? The Squad Leader replies: Roger, What we found Sir was a very disturbing but common scene during these hardship times. Apparently the older son got infected and systematically killed his whole family or whatever survivors were with him. When we found “IT” he was eating his mother…How Copy Over?

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