Chapter 2

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How differently my 'family' acted now because i had turned. Had they not released that if i came stumbling into their tent crying, looking like a zombie then maybe i wasnt what i was? That i wasn't just a brain dead zombie?

I had my human brain, but a rotters body. I could feel nothing. As i pelted through the forest i felt not the cold damp grass that whipped at my legs, nor the thorny vines that scrambled at my face.

I knew i couldn't go on for much longer, my own thoughts were slowing me down - fresh in my mind.

I had been screamed at, one of my friends shot an arrow at me. I still felt like i was in a hazy dream, as i walked from peoples tents one after another, but as the arrow whistled so close to my head that it nicked my ear, that was when i came to my senses, and ran.

My eyes streaming and my lungs burning -i felt like i was going burst i was so weak.

But then i tripped, fell, and everything went black.

Thank you to everyone who reads this, sorry that the parts are so small though:( i normally end up writing it at 10 o'clock in the evening ;)

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