Huff... Puff...
I survived last night... But only just. I almost became infected again, only this time I put people at risk.
Circumstances were not good.
Of course, I'm fine now, and nobody got hurt, but if I had bloody completely turned last night, three people would be dead.
Not including me... I would classify as 'undead'.
Good thing I had that energy drink to pep me up out of my exhausted about-to-turn state. Actually I had two. It was an emergency!
Realising I'm about to break out into infection is terrifying, it's literally a case of 'Everyone get out now, please, Please!'
And that's pretty scary for people who don't know about this partial infection thing. They're kinda like... 'WTF?'
The thing is, and I know I shouldn't say this, but it feels kinda... good.
Sort of... like venting...
All the hunger and rage and hatred just flow out of you... It's theraputic in a way. It's like a drug...
Move over, Tru Blood, your puny vampire stimulants are no match for this infection-inducing injection.
Yeah... that should so be the slogan! We'll be rich! And dead.
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