Net finished his banana and threw it away. He was nearly awake by then. He walked into a bathroom and rolled up his left jean leg a little, revealing a huge gash. "God damned zombies." he said to himself "I hope to God a cut from a zombie doesn't get me infected." But he already knew the answer and was afraid. He looked at his watch and thought 'Oh, dear God... only an hour before the symptoms should start... I hope I find some sort of cure before then...'
((This will be fun ^^))

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As I looked through the mirror, I saw not of me, but of what I had become - a shell of my former self, tainted by the hand of evil. It was then that I had decided; I had to fight this... thing, inside of me.

The blanket of darkness had touched me - caressed my innocent cheek. The warmth it offered felt gentle, kind.
I plunged into the darkness, wanting only the love it offered. I wanted to be loved; for someone to think I was important. This was what I had dreamed so long for.