Where….where am I? It's so dark in here….and it smells. Eww, what's all this sticky stuff? Where's a light?...Oh good a door, now I can get some light in this place.

Dear god!

W-what's all this? Dead people, dead people everywhere! Oh I'm going to be sick…..AHHHHGGGHHH! M-m-my hands….what's happened to my hands? They, they've become claws! And there's blood all over them. They're stained…with….blood…

Oh no…Did, did I do this? All these people, I-I think I killed them. I killed them. I killed them! Oh god….! What's happened to me? What the hell is going on? What-

"Shush! Turn off your light, I hear a witch!"

Witch?

"Where? I don't see it?"

"Over there! she's in the door way to that warehouse."

"Don't point! You'll startle her."

Who's that? People? It looks like there's two of them, a man and a woman. And they have guns…why do they have guns? And they're looking at me. Maybe I should say something? But what should I say? Holy crap!

"Hey! Look out behind you!"

"Did that witch just talk? Wha-HUNTER!"

That guy in the hoodie, he's attacking her! And oh my god, ZOMBIES! They're everywhere! I have to help them!

"GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME! GET IT-what the hell?"

Wow, I didn't even mean to do that. I ripped it's head right off! These claws are strong….now for the horde….So easy to slash and rip, it feels so natural. They tear like tissue paper. And the blood, it smells so….sweet. Like sugar. This is like…like dancing. And that's the last of them.

"Morgan, you alright?"

"Thanks Lance. I'm fine, but that witch…" Well this awkward, what should I say? They're staring at me. And of course there's the shotgun issue.

"Err, Hello witch...Uuh, can you talk?" why do they keep calling me that?

"Yah, but what's a witch? And what's going on here?" Oh god don't let them shoot me.

"Well this is new. I'm Lance, this is my friend Morgan, and you're apparently a talking zombie monster." Say what now?

"Lance! Don't make her mad!" she turned to me, "So you really understand us? And you don't want to slash our throats open?" Her grip on her combat shotgun tightened.

"I-I'm a zombie? Like those things that I just, that I..just…killed…" These claws. I'm a monster! Oh god I don't want to start crying.

"She's crying! Morgan get away!"
"No, no! No need for firearms. I'm fine. It's just kind of hard to whip my eyes you know. Heh heh."

They lowered their weapons and looked at each other . Are they discussing whether or not to blow my brains out? Don't know if I'd want to stop them. Just look at me! Oh no. My nose itches. I'm not about to try and scratch it with these things. He looks like he's about to say something.

"So, you're really strong. And since you aren't a homicidal killer, would you like to come with us to the military base in Augusta? I bet they could tell us more about your, umm, condition."

"Yah," the girl chimed in, "we could use your help. It's a long way to the base. And," she blushed, "if you're really sane again then maybe, just maybe there could be a cure."

"Well," this place is really corpsey, "it beats being all alone here with the dead people. Yes. I'll go with you….if you're not terrified of me."

"Oh no we're terrified of you. Ouch!"

"Lance! Don't listen to him, he's an idiot."

"Didn't have to kick me…."

Hee hee, these two are funny.

"Sorry, sorry. But seriously I'm glad you're coming with us. We can all help each other out. By the way, what's your name? I don't want to keep calling you witch."

"My name? I don't know…Damn that's sad." Oh I can feel the tears again.

The girl saw my eyes watering and hesitantly put her hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out when we get to the base. Until then how about we call you…Uh, Lance any ideas?"

"Well," he scratched his chin, "she is, err, was a witch. So how about Hazel? It's pretty and punny, two of my favorite things."

"Ha! That's funny. Glad the Z-poc hasn't killed your sense of humor. What do you think, Hazel alright for your new name? I think it's got a nice ring to it."

"Hazel huh, I like it!"

"Great!" Morgan clapped her hands together, " Well then I think the three of us should find a nice place with a steel reinforced door to sleep. All this running for my life has worn me out."

"Awesome. Ladies, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

I think so too.