2nd Chance

I feel like a monster, I am a monster, then it hit me I didn't even think about killing them. I... took joy, in killing them and they tasted good better then that lycanthropy infested wolf-man too. I made a vow to myself to never hurt- no never kill, never needlessly kill a human, whatever I mean by that. I playing around with different ideas and thoughts, about ethics of these... people? Wait what about lycants, I mean they're human right? Wait what about me, I mean I died wait did I die, oddly enough I don't remember dying, I remember the pain but nothing after that, I think it was nothing, I didn't see gawd like all those types tell me happen. So did I even die at all, wait how would they know you see gawd when you die it's not like they've ever been dead before. As I continued too play with my thoughts, I didn't realise that night had come.
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A story about a guy transitioning from a regular human into a zombie-like monster and struggling to reinvent his morality to account for his new urges.
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Props too I_has_a_moustache for helping me with the cover, blessed is she and her cinnamon rolls.