Yeah, I don’t know who I was trying to kid. When my neighbor’s buddy jumped me this morning, sure I got away, but not without few scrapes. I tried to tell myself that I skinned my knee on the concrete and maybe caught my arm a fence as I was fleeing, but what’s the point of bullshitting myself? I’m infected and I know it.

My street is quiet now, and when I got to the bodega it was empty. I grabbed a bunch of tender bits off the shelves and I was so hungry that I ripped open a few bags of chips and such and gorged myself on the spot. Here’s the thing though, no matter how much I ate, I stayed hungry.

Yeah, they got me. Fuckers!

I’m fairly certain in a few hours I’m gonna be playing for the other team, if you know what I mean. I’m gonna try and make a concerted effort to keep a log of my transformation, for scientific purposes.

– Obvious… soon to be Zombie.

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