• I'm sorry...I'm not in control anymore. I see my friends and family stare at me in horror and try to hurt me. I try to speak to them, but all I can muster are sickening moans of hunger. I'm so hungry...I try to stop myself but the smell of flesh and blood is so tempting...Maybe just a bite. NO! No...I will not be like Them. I will fight this. I will win. I will...

    I-I'm sorry...I was weak...It was an elderly man who wondered out at the wrong time. I smelled him before I saw him, curse my stronger senses. I tried to warn him, I really did, but instead a roar of madness came from my throat as I ran at him. He went down easy. I think he was too weak from thirst to put up a fight. As I munched on his dismembered leg, I saw myself in a nearby broken mirror. It was the first time I saw myself after I got sick...

    I saw what was left of my hair, now just dirty, matted clumps. My skin a sickly pale with chunks missing and covered in dried blood. I looked at my face. My eyes sunken in and wild. Like I was more animal than anything. Some of my teeth were missing and what were left were chewing up the flesh of the man. I was disgusted with myself, but the whole scene made me hungrier. Who could live like this?

    Today I found my family...My siblings, my mother, and my father. They were held up in a cabin, waiting for me and the Others. I watched their frightened faces as we tried to break down the door and windows. I cried. I cried as I screamed at them, wanting their flesh. We made it through. Bullets went past me as my father and brothers take down the Others. My mother screams in fear while cutting down some with an axe. Soon I am left. They know it's me and just stare in fear and sadness. For the first time, in what seemed like a lifetime, I feel myself. I feel in control. I look at them before picking up a knife. Then, I do something they don't expect: I stab myself in the head with it. A smile spreads across my face as I fall to the ground.

    Don't suffer like I did. You don't know how painful it is, knowing that you're doing something horrible but can't stop yourself. I have done so many terrible things and I do not wish this on anyone. I'm sorry...