One day I woke up with no feelings, or heart rate, but with the thirst for fresh blood and flesh, so I ate my family. no sugar coating it I could not control myself at all at the time so I chowed down and had my first real meal. for about 2 years following I ate when I pleased left no evidence. What are the police gonna say? there is a zombie on the loose and we don't know what to do so panic and make is a hundred times worse?

After those 2 years I was finally able to start to think basic things, and that was when I got caught mid feast and ran away. the next morning I found the girl i was about to make my meal standing at front door banging on it like a movie zombie, and that is where it all started.....