Hunt...eat...turn.
My whole body hurts. My clothes are ripped. My skin looks like it's rotting clean off.
I am angry constantly. At myself, at the world, at the goddamned virus living inside of me.
So I kill and I turn. I find innocent, terrified people and I rip open their skulls. If I'm feeling generous, I have a quick drink of their blood, quickly turning them, instead of slurping down their brains.
Mostly, though, I eat.
After all, the human brain is delectably...soft. I can certainly see where cannibals are coming from.
The brain is quite delicious.
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30 Days of Undead Summer
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