I'm hungry for what I cannot see,
My thirst thrives and makes me sane,
My eyes full of chloric rage,
I see movement from afar,
Adrenaline courses through my veins,
I can feel the fear in his eyes,
I wait for the perfect moment to strike,
As he strides forward with his flashlight,
I prepare for the strike,
Then I feel it,
The rapid vexed infuriated rage,
I began foaming at my mouth,
As he got closer,
Then I pounce,
One bite on his arm was all it took,
The blood and the combination of the meat made me hungrier,
I continued to consume and gnaw on his arm as blood gushed everywhere,
Then he awoke just like me,
He was now among us,
One of the walking dead...