This day..and the next.

They are keeping me here. Tanks , armed people, engulfed the neighborhood,the screaming was t.v. like. Only they where not killing zombies,they where stealing people. I was stolen, isolated and left for dead.

I am an experiment. The thing which feeds and checks me is not human. I think of nothing. If I refuse to eat I am injected with the stuff. I am being fed humans. Zombies.

The thing attending me has half a face . The sound of its breath pushing out the hole in it is not pretty and it smells. I had a face once but I am crumbling. The gruel forced inside me causes blood vomit, it causes me to rage at the walls and attack.

What does that make me? I have no more reason. My thirst for blood, even my own flesh which I eat off when I can is kept in check by the dosage.

They are making a new thing of me. My brain alive to think only moments at a time, my heart has memories of life and love. They want a a killing machine easier to control.

When they release me I am collared with an alarm and left a bag of what looks like cat food. Please let me still have a choice. Am I eating people? will killing be how I live now?