Never in a million years did i ever think that a zombie apocalypse would happen, or that I would become one of the flesh eating monsters that everyone's scared of now. I try to shake my thoughts and I look at my clock realizing that its almost 6am, I can feel the drowsiness of sleep slowly seeping into my bones and my internal clock now telling me its time to go back to sleep, I try to fight it even as my eyelids grow droopy and, I can see the darkness of sleep slowly seeping into the edges of my vision, but no matter how hard I try, I know this is one battle I can't win. Sleep takes over my body but its more of a light sleep, I can still hear the outside world and I can smell everything which is odd but again another thing I am going to have to become accustomed to I guess. Even though its a light sleep, and the screams of terrified people outside and the groaning and growling of the monsters outside my front door kept me in an even lighter sleep and on high alert I wake up the next day feeling refreshed and better then I ever have before. I roll over in my bed and stretch my body out, feeling the anxiousness and anxiety slowly seeping out of my bones in a way I feel like I'm on top of the world, even with the nightmare I have yet to face right outside my front door, I get out of bed with such stealth that I surprise myself, I find it hard in a way that I've come to except that this is what I am now with such ease, like this is some everyday occurrence. But I guess in a way I have all the movies and books I've read to thank and growing up with unexplainable things happening all around you, you learn to adapt to your surroundings and take things in stride at least thats what I'm going to keep telling myself anyways. Once I've washed up and got dressed for the day with my favorite outfit of black t shirt, black leather coat and black jeans, with my all time favorite black combat boots, I feel like I can take on the world and nothing can stop me. I slowly approach the mirror in the bathroom as I had avoided it after I had gotten out of the shower, to afraid to see whats really happened to me and I fiddle with my hands, not daring to look up even though I know I should see whats really happened to me. I finally gather enough courage to look in the mirror and what I see makes me almost scream, I bite my lip to stop myself, I lean towards the mirror more and really take a look at myself, I notice that my once dull raven blue hair now has a nice shine to it, and my once baby blue eyes are a deep red that almost matches the now red haze that tints my vision. I look further at my features, and can see that my skin which was once white now looks almost ashen, but you almost can't tell unless your really pay attention but one very noticeable feature that startles me is my bright white teeth with pointed incisors, I swipe my tongue across them to see just how sharp they are and I can feel it prick my tongue drawing blood. But what really intrigues me is my blood, what used to once run red now runs a silver color with what looks like glitter in it, I inhale a sharp breath at the sight, its so memorizing but I'm unsure if its the color or the sight of blood that mesmerizes me more. I try not to think to much about the sight of my blood as my stomach growles at me and I start to feel this intense heat in my bones, then I feel a burning sensation like I've never felt before. Its overwhelming and my body seems to be screaming at me, telling me I need something but I don't know what it is, but my instincts seem to know what it is I need. Before I can finish those thoughts I feel my instincts taking over and whispering sweet thoughts in the back of my mind, I start to move towards the front door, feeling fearless of what horrors lay beyond the threshold, even though I know damn well what could be happening just beyond my front door. I move towards the door so silently the only thing I can hear is my even breathing which is almost to hard for me to hear and I now have enhanced hearing, I grab onto the door handle and slowly turn it debating with myself if it's really worthwhile? if its really worth going out my door and walking into the nightmare waiting for me outside?, i know the answer to those questions, my instincts are telling me i have to, there's something I need and I need it now. I whip open my door, knowing full well I can't put this off anymore then I already have and make my way outside, It takes a few minutes for everything to sink in, its worse then a horror movie out here, its like someone want on a massacre. There's blood everywhere, abandoned cars line the streets and in the middle of drive ways, body parts are strewn everywhere and there's bodies littering the streets, some in odd angles, others with eyes glazed over frozen mid scream. I try not to look to closely at the bodies for fear of knowing who these people may have been, that's when I see there's a few zombies still lurking around the neighborhood but they seem to be paying me no mind, like they know I am higher ranking then them, but what puzzles me is how do I know that? Or is that just another thing I have to get used to? Just knowing some things, purely based off of instinct. I slowly crouch down sensing someone nearby, I don't know how but I do, I slowly sniff the air trying to see what direction the smell could be coming from, i can smell the pungentness of fear rolling off them in waves, I growl at the thought but stop myself mid growl startled by the sound, but shake off the confusion and just decide its best to go with the flow and just rely on my instincts. I walk towards the side of the building following the smell of a human, at first I don't see them hiding behind the big tree that grows on the side of the building, but they obviously seen me, before I can take another step i hear the sound of a safety being turned off on a gun and a rough voice calling out " Don't take another step or I will shoot" , which of course my instincts took as a challenge and I take a step closer growling , the person hiding behind the tree steps out holding a gun aiming for my shoulder and calls out again, " I don't know what you are, but so help me God if you move one more inch, i won't be afraid to shoot you lady " once again the wrong move, still growling i take another step closer, ready to take out the idiot who is really testing my patience. Once I'm within two feet of this guy I growl again in warning, hoping he will get the hint of I'm not playing, but unfortunately for the both of us he seems to stupid and does the opposite. It happens all to fast for it to even fully register what is going on, I hear the click of the trigger being pushed and the echoing pop sound of the gun going off, before I can register what I am doing I am running at the guy that my instincts have now marked as prey. Before I can reach my prey, I feel the bullet sliding through my shoulder grazing a vein and tissue, as it slides out the back making an exit wound, the pain makes me falter just a little bit but not enough to stop in my tracks.