Dr. Proto backed away from me. He had a pistol in his hand. He reluctantly fired it.
I tackled him to the floor, bit into his flesh. He let out an agonizing scream.
I ran from the room as the surviving grave robber came in, “What’s all this hereâ€?, he saw me and ran. I jumped on him and tore him apart.
I couldn’t control what I was doing. I killed my only hope for a cure.

I knew what I had become , it was all too real
I knew I would kill again and it frightened me. There was no cure. No way back to who I used to be. When I put down the pen and seal the envelope I shall end my nightmare once and for all.