Net looked through the peephole on the front door and saw the zombies walking around. "F*cking hell." Even though he would become one, he didn't want to be outside with them. He looked at his watch again "God damn it, only half an hour before it begins."

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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.