As I awoke in the dimly lit basement, confusion clouded my senses. The air hung heavy with despair, and the cold walls seemed to close in on me. "Where am I?" I mumbled, my voice shaky and uncertain.
My gaze fixated on the glass wall before me—a transparent barrier separating me from an unsettling truth. Desperation surged within, mingling with an unbridled anger that clawed at my insides. With a roar that echoed through the basement, I mutated, breaking through the glass as if it were nothing.
The ventilation shafts became my escape route, a maze of darkness guiding me away from the suffocating confinement. Each movement felt surreal, as if my very existence defied the laws of nature. I emerged into a room where my father stood, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and recognition.
"No, not like this!" he pleaded, a desperate plea for understanding.
Driven by an uncontrollable force, I lunged at my father, sinking my teeth into his flesh. Pain surged through him, and I could feel the transformation coursing through my own veins. I released my father, who now bore the monstrous form I had briefly escaped.
"What have I become?" my father muttered, a sorrowful undertone in his mutated eyes.
As the realization of my actions settled in, I stumbled back, my form reverting to that of a human. Consciousness returned, and I stared at my father, trapped in the monstrous state I had inherited.
"I need to get away," I whispered to myself, an urgency pushing me to escape the suffocating darkness of the basement. The city beckoned as a refuge, a place where I could find answers and perhaps redemption.
The streets unfolded before me, a tapestry of lights and shadows. But my respite was short-lived. A sudden mutation gripped me again, and in the chaos of the city, a car accident ensued.
"People! Help!" I cried out, desperation coloring my voice as I sought aid from the surrounding crowd.
But as hands reached out in a gesture of assistance, the monstrous mutation overcame me once more. Panic seized my mind, and in a frenzied struggle, I bit those who sought to help me. The aftermath was chaotic—a cascade of unintended consequences.
"What have I done?" I muttered, horrified at the wake of destruction left in my path. The bitten victims rose again, their vacant eyes betraying the hunger that drove them forward.
Guilt and horror clawed at me as I witnessed the city teetering on the brink of an undead apocalypse. The unintended consequences of my mutation set the stage for a tragedy that extended beyond my own fractured family. I became the unwilling catalyst, and the shadows of transformation cast a long and haunting darkness over the city, marking the beginning of an irreversible descent into chaos.