In front of me, behind me. To the left, and to the right.

There are a lot, maybe too many.

It isn't that I can't cut them down…no, that should be easy enough. I'm faster, and I'm just as dangerous as them, maybe even more so.

Danger…huh. It's become commonplace these days. We've lived in it for long enough, seen enough terrible things for a few lifetimes and then some. People have lived and died because of our actions. We were just supposed to be a bunch of high school kids trying to survive.

As for me…was I supposed to be the level-headed one? Possibly so…

I can cut every one of them down with this blade of mine. I can do it in an instant.

I keep thinking about it constantly, playing over scenarios in my head, thinking about what I'll do with each step.

And I'm going to go insane.

I know there's something wrong with me. It's damn obvious to anyone who's seen me these past few days.

I like this…way too much. I get off on slashing them to pieces, chopping their heads off with a single stroke, watching their bodies hit the ground.

The sight of seeing their blood fall to the earth excites me. I keep killing and killing and I'm enjoying every moment of it, enjoying every moment of utterly destroying what was once human.

The sensation of cutting through someone…god, if I knew it was such a high before this, I don't know what I would have done.

I know there's blood on my hands, but I want more, you see…I want every part of me drenched in it. It sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

We're supposed to be surviving out here…I'm not supposed to be enjoying this, but I am. I don't wish for people to die for the sake of my pleasure…I don't wish for anyone's pain to come out of my ecstasy. That would be painful beyond words.

Still…I…I'm standing here, I'm standing here drenched in sweat, just thinking about what I'm going to do next.

I'm licking my lips as I draw my blade and advance towards them.

I'm sick, I know that. I'm really sick.

But…I'm cutting through them like hot butter, and I realize…I don't want to get better.

No, I don't.

I mean, if I have to do all of this dirty work…it wouldn't hurt to satisfy these desires of mine, right…?