I got bit by one of those fucking things. I feel the change already. The bite mark, the red, bloody mark of death on my right forearm. I feel the hot infection spreading through my whole body, and it won’t be long until I turn. It won’t be long. It’s over.

The heat is spreading and I feel a compulsion to eat…and…nobody knows. I’m in bed…and..

I look at my arms, the decaying, greying flesh rising up. I feel my mouth open, drooling. But.. I can think. You can still think as one of these things? What?

But I can’t control myself. Dear God..I’m heading towards my mom….no…please…

STOP. I try to control myself, but I shamble closer, a rabid ghoul.

My mom sleeps on the cot, and I grab her, groaning, as I sink my teeth into her neck, pulling strings of neck muscles out and arteries and veins. There is so much blood as her carotid artery bursts. I couldn’t control my blood lust, and a part of me liked it. But…I hate this. I want to cry. But I need to eat.

She screams as I rip her neck apart, chewing on the dense muscles. She bleeds out, and I begin to rip apart her stomach with ease. I rip out her stomach and chomp on her small intestine, as I heard my father run up the stairs.

I groan and rise up, my hands rising towards the door which my father was behind. My only compulsion is to eat him.

But I can’t…he is my father.

But it didn’t seem to matter, as I trudged toward him when he opened the door. He went in to hug me, not able to accept that I was undead….

Don’t…do…it….

But I can’t stop as I dig my teeth into his neck too, and he screams, as my mother rose from the grave. I rip his neck apart, and he screams a shill cry as my mother shambles forth for her dinner.

The horror doesn’t stop…..as my father bleeds out and dies in front of me. And when my father rises from his grave, we trudge down the stairs, my little sister in our sights…