[ WP ] The zombie apocalypse is real and you are one of them , but you have n't lost your conscience .

*I've never written a WP before* 
 
 I wanted food, not flesh. Real, warm, cooked food. I could almost remember what certain foods tasted like. The long, stringy intestines I was eating now barely generated a response from my taste buds. 
 
 I'm not sure which kill this was. There have been so many. I could hardly remember the girl's face or features through the red haze that overcomes me when prey... I mean people, are near. 
 
 I look across the mangled corpse to the others like me. I'm not sure if they can think, and feel, like I can. As of now they're so engrossed in tearing the young girl's limbs off that they do n't seem like much more than mindless animals. 
 
 There were times when I thought I was regaining control of my body. When no prey was around I've been able to slowly move my limbs, even a couple steps in a certain direction. I've long given up the notion, especially after catching a glimpse of myself in a mirror. There is n't much left to regain control of. 
 
 When the haze takes over it feels like thousands of red hot needles shoot through my body all at once. My limbs feel more powerful than they've ever been, and I feel no pain. Nothing matters besides catching the prey I and feeding. In a way it feels liberating, to be reduced to my most basic animal instincts. 
 
 A gunshot echoes in the distance. 
 
 My entire body tenses. I can feel the fiery needles begin to shoot down my exposed spine. I try to stop myself, try to stop my legs from moving in the direction of the shot. I try to cry out in terror and pain as the haze takes over my entire body, and slowly my mind. The red haze blots out my eyes and I only have one thought as I sprint, shrieking at the top of my lungs. 
 
 *Feed*.
