My eye burned as the blood came into contact with them. What the hell was happening? The blood was in my mouth. In my ears, my hair. My whole body was in pain. It was in these fateful seconds that I pictured my love. In my head I thought of whom I loved most. Rupert. That was who I thought of before it took me. Before my last shred of humanity died and my mind was corrupted.
I wanted to rum but I couldn't move. I could see my hand was twitching but I wasn't moving it. I couldn't move at all. And then in the corner of my eye I saw Ruth. I really wish I hadn't.
Her beautiful gray eyes were gone. Instead her eyes were blood red and she was drooling blood. I watched in pain as she ran to her sister, she was standing with hope in her eyes and open arms. Ruth put her arms around her sister, whose eyes not showed pain. Ruth shoved her down and began to bite and scrape at her sister's face. I heard her scream. Saw the thick blood that Ruth vomited on her face. Out the window I could see masses of people running. And then I saw myself.
A mirror showed me that I had gotten up and I don't remember moving. I could see my eyes were red too, my hair filled with the scarlet filth.
Then he walked through the door. Rupert. I begged him to run but no words came. Goddammnit run. Don't worry about me. That's why he had come. For me. He knew he would probably die but he'd had come. To see me.
He never ran. As I forced him to the ground, he never cursed me. He never hit me, or fought, because it was me. After I bit him, I stared hard. When I looked past the blood, past the hurtful shock. I saw pity in his eyes. And in his last 5 seconds, as a real person, he mad his way to my ear and whispered " I love you".
I got up, or the thing controlling me made me get up and I ran out the door, looking for flesh and carnage.