Corrupt

My life leading up to the Apocalypse was pretty uneventful. It was what you would call... A normal life.

I had some friends. Even though I was a shy, quiet, kind of person. My friends respected me for that,

they were REAL friends, we did everything together whether it playing Video games together, to

Ding Dong Ditching, we had great memories.

Those memories are one of the only things I have left... Everything else is gone now.

Parents, friends, family, all gone.

I have experienced things that were never meant to happen to ANYONE my age.

I didn't accept that this was happening at first. I broke down... I kept on saying that this wasn't happening.

And it was happening. It was real. I realized that if I couldn't accept it, I would become the meal of those THINGS. Those horrid things that feasted on anything that moved.

I started getting used to it after a few months... Realizing that it wasn't going to change for a long time. A couple months after that, I started to enjoy it. It was the most exciting thing in my life I thought... And ANOTHER couple of months later, I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't get enough of the killing... Then we are here now. I calmed down a bit... Just a bit. I realize that my sanity was LONG gone. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a monster in the body of an innocent 14 year old body. I don't think I am that old Cal anymore. I think that my demise is coming soon.

Maybe if I'm lucky, my saviors will come to get me, only for them to realize that I am a fucked up murderer that still has....blood on his hoodie.