[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

The screams had shattered the calmness of that Thursday afternoon. 
 
 We'd been reassured for months that the zombies were dealt with and not coming back, but we quickly discovered that they were only gone as long as was needed to perfect them: we'd been had. 
 
 After being bitten, I felt no pain; only a feeling of paralysis and an increasing desire to obey that slowly consumed my being. 
 
 Suddenly, my senses came back to me and I heard - no, felt - a voice in my head tell me to bite everyone I see; the urge to obey was gone, but I realized I no longer controlled my own body. 
 
 I still try to fight back, but I am a helpless passenger in my own body as a create more and more obedient slaves like myself.
