I let out a hiss of pain and I see my redden as the anger intensifies, the only thing on my mind at this point is going in for the kill, I crouch down with my claws extended disregarding the pain radiating from my shoulder, and I leap at the idiot who decided it would be fun to piss off a zombie, I crash into the idiot sending us both flying backwards but with me somehow landing on top of him straddling him, I lean down so I am mere inches from his face taking in the fear that seems to be deeply rooted in his eyes, and growl menacingly at him, warning him not to make another move or I will rip out his throat. The stranger seems to get the warning because he clamps his mouth shut and I can sense the fear rolling off him in waves, he lays still as a statue almost waiting for his impending death, which I should grant him that pleasure at this point just for pissing me off but I won't, that would be to easy. I grab the stranger by the throat as I stand up and slam him against the tree, I make sure not to to do it hard enough to kill him but enough so he knows I'm not someone to play with, that seems to send the message across because he goes limp and doesn't try to struggle knowing I'm stronger then him. He gasps for air, struggling to formulate a sentence, it take a few times but he finally spit out " What the hell are you? " I can't help but laugh at this man's stupidity of not knowing what I am, I release my hand so he slumps down the tree trunk with a hiss. I take a couple steps back and cock my head to the side, taking a good look at the stranger before me , I realize I know him from somewhere but I am not sure where, then it hits me, I know where I've seen him before he does by Diablo but his real name is Matthew. I take a closer look and realize why I didn't recognize him sooner, he's not wearing his usual spiky black do or his ripped black jeans or black t shirt, no for once he's actually looks normal, his bright sky blue eyes are slightly covered by his black hair hanging in his face and he's wearing blue jeans instead of the usual black jeans, and I notice he's got on a tight fitting grey t shirt underneath his black leather jacket. I turn my head contemplating what I should do, I mean I could leave him for the zombies to get him since he did try to kill me or I could drag his sorry ass with me for the unwanted company, I look back at Diablo and I can see there's blood running down his neck from where my claw must have clipped his skin when I grabbed him and its like I am suddenly in a trance, all I can think about is how good he would taste, what is flesh or blood must taste like, its tantalizing smelling, I shake my self of those thoughts and focus back on Diablo whose looking at me like I have two heads, but it seems to me that it must have clicked on who I am and then I see the fear creeping into his eyes, then the realization of what I could possibly me. I hear him curse under his breath as he slides back up the tree seemingly holding onto it for dear life, and then he steps closer to me looking at me with such curiosity it makes me bristle under the scrutiny of his stare, I growl a warning not to get any closer as I'm barely holding onto my self control but by a thread, he must have gotten the hint because Diablo raises his arms in a surrender motion and puts his gun in a holster hidden by his jacket, " I'm not going to hurt you Aphrodite, but I do have one question, what the hell happened to you? " I bristle again at his question, I was never close to him but being we were close in age and had gone to school together I guess it makes sense he would remember my name, I snap my attention back to him and respond " the stupid shot is what happened, it turned me into something similar as them, It's been one hell of a Rollercoaster so far " Diablo looks at me swearing again and I hear him mumble something about that's what happened to his brother. Before I can ask any questions or say anything further I notice a zombie coming up on his right, all I can say is " Diablo watch out, on your right " before I growl and lunge for the zombie, this zombie is to slow and I can see the decay seems to have sped up with this one making me wonder when it last ate, I push diablo out of the way and can hear him hit the ground but I don't bother looking back to make sure he's okay before grabbing the sluggish zombie which looks like she must have been an office worker by the skirt suite she's still wearing though its shredded by now and covered in blood and what i am hoping isn't remains of skin that looks like its been melted. I extend my left arm readying my claws to land the final blow that will kill her and hear Diablo in the back ground struggling with another zombie that I obviously didn't see, I quickly snap my attention to see what's going on with the Diablo and the zombie he's fighting off, and I see him struggling with another zombie trying to keep the thing from taking a chunk out of his throat as he holds its throat with one hand and trying to grab his gun with the other. Next thing I know I am being knocked backwards as I let my attention wander to him instead of dealing with the zombie who is trying to take a bite out of me as well, I let out a screeching growl of a warning to the thing trying to attack me and I feel it tense realizing that its tried to attack something a lot more higher ranking it then it is, I take the moment of hesitation to swipe my claws across its neck effectively beheading it, and grossing me out at the same time as I feel its tar like blood on my hand and now splattered across my face. I push the now limp body from me and instead of letting anything else sway my focus, I focus on the task at hand which is ridding the zombie that is trying to tear out diablos throat . I tear its throat out with my sharp teeth and swipe my claws against its abdomen, begrudgingly I can feel the nasty thick tar like blood sliding down my throat, which by the way is is absolutely disgusting,but it is the second most effective way to kill them is either by beheading them and ripping open their abdomen or tearing out their throat. I've always been a fighter but not once in my life did I actually think I'd have to use my fighting skills in life, back when I was in school I used to box and was a wrestler, but what made me deadly was my uncle who took care of me used to be in the army, so I'd train with my uncle everyday knowing that was the path I wanted to go on, but obviously things changed and here I am today.