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So here I am, on the street, no family, no friends, no idea who to turn to. I should probably head to my house, which the doctors gave me directions to--
I remember some of the roads they symbolised on the map. After about forty five minutes of walking I finally arrive at my doorstep, I grab my keys, which, the doctors also gave me, and enter my 'humble hone' it's not much, but it's a normal house from what I can see.
I see a couch and throw myself on it, my stomach rumbles and I dare go to the fridge, a hamburger appears before me, I take a bite and--
It comes straight back up again.
I finish doing my 'business' and lay down on the sofa. I start watching TV and listen about more Ghoul attacks around Tokyo. It's strange really, think about it, you could know someone really close to you, then, bam, they wat you alive like an animal.
After a while of TV I start to get a whiff of something, it smells nice, I want to eat it, I get up and try and follow the scent. But what it leads me too-- a little serviette with a little bit of blood on it. I freak out, not because there is blood, but, because I was drawn to it--.
I ignore it and sit by the TV again.
A documentary about ghouls comes on and talks about all there is to know about them, they're drawn too blood, like human flesh, blah blah blah.
Wait-
They're drawn too blood?
No, I wipe the thought from my mind, I should really get to bed. I get up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I realise I brushed them so hard that I made my gum bleed. I grab a tissue to try and stop the blood, but, it's a little hard when one of your eyes just turned black and blood red, isn't it?

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