Help.
I'm hiding out at my parents safehouse.
Surviving.
Ostritch-like, I'm keeping my head down.
Remaining indoors.
Reliving every detail of last night. The fear. The undead, everywhere. The... injury.
Yes, in yesterday's failed experiment, I suffered a minor scratch during the escape.
Forcing my way past a group of zombies may be the death of me...
Or worse.
Regarding my infection status... So far, I'm showing no symptoms. But who knows...
Only a scratch. That's all it takes. Then you start... changing.
Vomiting, extreme hunger, intense bleeding from the wound, fever...
Eventually, your body can't cope, and... and... You die. But... you don't stay dead.
Returning to life moments later, a fierce desire for human brains takes over, and you will go to any lengths to satisfy it.
Sometimes, this process takes days, sometimes hours.
Luckily, if you have access to medical supplies, you can prolong the transformation. Which I do.
Everybody hopes they won't die... But I hope I do compared to the alternative...
Even if I have to do it myself.
Pulling a trigger is infinitely preferable to endangering my family and eating everyone I love.
I'm a vegetarian! I don't want to take a bite out of anyone!
Now, it's a matter of time... I just have to hope that a rotting fingernail wasn't the cause of this skin damage.
God dammit. Bloody fingers crossed eh?
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