DAY ONE: After I was Caught

She's walking around the neighborhood looking for food again. As her friend I should have helped her. But she didn't think to help me when they got me. I might be covered in blood and missing some pieces but can't we still be friends? Not anymore. And now that I think of it, I'm pretty hungry myself. She's well and lively today. Perfect for a nice lunch, and maybe we could be friends again. Bloody freakish friends, as she would say. And if she runs...Well now, I eat brains, I should know enough to get my hands on her, right? 

 Eventually I did get my lunch. Who knew my own friend tasted so good? I kept thinking of my thought. I ate my own friend....And I liked loved it. The taste of her warm flesh was delicious. What have I become? I couldn't think. Or I didn't want to. I knew what I was I knew what I did. It was just the truth and I couldn't break it. As I stood over her body staring at nothing, she got up. Now she's just like me, I thought. Clueless at first glance. 

More days are to come and the world doesn't seem to be changing. What will overcome me? The time passes by, my mind becomes more insane. My desire for fresh meat increases. The flesh and my own skin pealing and bleeding. I've been changing constantly. I'll try not to eat you. But I have to admit, you wont taste that bad. If you cross my path....Run....and I'll try to be nice.