[ WP ] You have just successfully prevented a zombie apocalypse . By killing the first one to turn . What you call `` heroism '' the police call `` murder '' .

There they stood in front of me. Two policemen. And here I was, sitting on an ugly old hard wooden chair. The policeman on the left was casually eating a bagel and did n't make eye contact. He leaned against the wall in the back of the dim lit interrogation room. The one on the right stood closer to me. He leaned forward and stared into my eyes with a very angry look on his face. It was a kind of confused anger. As if even the anger itself was in full disbelief. I knew this guy. His name is Dirk. He used to date my sister until she died in a car accident. Before that tragic event we used to be good buddies. After that, we kind of went our own ways. 
 
''Why the hell did you do this, Lorenzo!?'' he yelled. I looked away. I felt a strange kind of shame. I mean.. I was n't doubting that I had done the right thing. But I felt horrible about my old buddy being in this state. He clearly still missed my sister very much. He had had a very rough time after the accident and locked himself up in his house for two years. Now he had been working as a policeman for a little over a year, but he still was n't the jolly guy I used to know. Maybe he would never be that guy again.''That man was a hero to our town! He cared for the poor and fought against cruelty!'' he screamed. A little spit came out of his mouth and landed on my ugly sweater. I looked at it. He did n't notice. 
 
 The feeling of shame went away when I fully realized the reality of the situation again. I looked him in the eyes and yelled''Yes he was a hero! But so am I!'' Dirk's anger changed to only disbelief. It went silent for a while. The silence was so horrible that I looked at his mouth as if I wanted to rip his response out of his throat. He noticed and quietly said''No, you are a murderer..'' He turned around, nodded at his colleague and left the interrogation room. 
 
 Now I was left with this other policeman whom I knew nothing about. He stopped eating and walked towards me with a half-eaten bagel in his left hand.''Listen, you little Manson wannabe, here's how it is..'' He had n't said his name earlier. He was ugly and had a funny nose. Vegetables from the bagel were stuck between his teeth.''You will tell us your real motives for this killing or I will personally beat the living shit out of you.''''I already told you! That guy was the first link to a total world zombie apocalypse! I had to kill him!''''So you mean to say that this hero of a guy, this wonderful human being, was a cannibalistic zombie abomination!?'' he screamed. He threw what was left of his bagel at me. It hit my sweater and fell down on my lap. I picked it up and I started to eat it. Oh was I hungry.. I had n't eaten for 8 hours. Delicious. The policeman looked at me in disgust for a few seconds. Then he said''Fine.. I was n't hungry anyways. You make me sick.'' 
 
 The door of the interrogation room opened and there was Dirk again. He had taken two glasses of water with him and wanted to give one to me. As I stretched out my arm to take it from him I noticed I had small wounds near my hand. I realized immediately..''Look at this! These are bite marks! That guy bit me!!'' I yelled as I stood up and flung my arm close to their faces. Dirk took a step back. The other policeman jumped back in fear and took a gun out of his jacket. He pointed it at me and yelled''You are crazy! Sit down now! NOW!!'' While I sat down, Dirk looked at the ground in full disbelief. Then he said to the other policeman''You know, I think he's right. These are n't normal wounds, they are clearly bite marks.'' The other policeman looked at him like he was crazy.''You are both insane! I ca n't believe this shit!'' Then he pointed his gun at Dirk. The bite marks started to hurt very badly.''I know you two have a history. You used to be best buddies and all that. I see what's going on here! Not a zombievirus is spreading, but a fucking nutcase virus!!'' 
 
 I screamed as I felt jolts of pain shooting from the bite marks to the rest of my body. The policeman quickly pointed his gun to me.''What the hell is wrong with you, psycho?'' he asked carefully with a dumb look on his face. The word'psycho' rang through my head as if my head was an endless auditorium. The whole room shifted to a deep red colour. And then these bluish entities stood in front of me. I had forgotten who or what they were. All I knew was that only eating these entities would soothe my pain and rage. I did n't only just know. I felt it. This feeling was nested in the deepest parts of my soul.. if I had any. 
 
 It was like a ball of rage and energy suddenly exploded within my mind and body and I jumped forwards at the entities while screaming the loudest roar. 
 
 This was not the voice I knew.
