The screams were in my head. It was all too much. Keeping up the house. Having the newest car. The stupid forms at work. Her marathon shopping sprees. The kids deciding their new hobby was too boring after we’d rearranged our schedules. Working twelve hour days to afford it all.
Even the dog growled at me.
Then the bum bit me. Twelve hours later, and I’m infected like him. It’s simple now. I hunger for human flesh, and I kill. And I eat.
The screams are outside my head now.
But my mind is at peace.