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lying there I could feel the burning hunger again rising in me.
    I saw him lying there. Weak. Defenseless. Tantalizing. Something about him smelled terrific! My gut burned with a desire for sustenance. And, for the first time since I had awoken, I could feel my mouth become wet with juices. I swallowed quickly and could feel the saliva wet my sore throat.
    “Hungry,” I said out loud. Wait! I had said that out loud! And, in nearly perfect speech!
    My eyes wandered back to the poor soul lying on the floor. That delicious aroma - which had before been the impetus for my attempt to pick Pam up and remove her from my path ; which I had imagined was the precursor to the inevitable orgy of food during the after-party for this devilishly elaborate prank; the aroma which I desired for essential sustenance - was coming from this poor soul.
    I approached him. I needed to find where he was hiding this food! The hunger was burning me! It was excruciating! My insides were not only burning with unholy fire, but also twisting themselves around in anticipation for something delicious.
    And then, it was almost as if my body was on auto-pilot and I was just a helpless passenger instead of the driver. I fell to my knees and began to crawl toward the man. My mouth was so wet with juices that they frothed forth and down my chin. I had wished I could wipe them away, but my body would not obey any of my commands.
    Onward my body crawled until it reached the man’s legs. My hands clasped his pants and began dragging his body toward me.
    He screamed like I had never heard another person scream before. There was something primal about the sound. It conveyed to me such a degree of mortal terror that any aspersions I’d had as to this being an elaborate prank were instantly dashed. And, here I was helpless to stop my body from causing this man such fright!
    I tried to will my body to stop. It must stop. I would not be any part of this. I could not. For, I could evidently see what goal my body had intended. It wanted to feed. And, this man was on the menu!
    With all the will I could muster I pushed myself away from the dying man. With one mighty shove it was I fell prostrate upon my back. Having temporarily regained control of my motor functions, I scrambled backwards trying to remove myself from the vicinity of the man’s alluring scent.
    Oh god! I screamed in my head. What was I thinking? Alluring?
    He smell s delicious , part of me seemed to answer. “NO!” I screamed aloud.
    Why, by GOD, why was this happening? I had to remove myself from the police station’s foyer – from the temptation which would once again entice my body to the degree that I could no longer stop it from entering some sick kind of cannibalistic auto-pilot. I didn’t stop scrambling until I was hidden well behind the wall between the desk-filled chamber and the foyer.
    From the other room I heard a voice, “Byron? What’s wrong?” It was Pam. “We need to help this man. He’s going to die if we don’t do something. He was injured when one of those things tried to kill him.”
    I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. What would I say? What things? This was all part of a prank, wasn’t it? A joke engineered by my sadistic frat brothers?
    I knew the truth now. I could no longer deny it. Props and settings were one thing, but there was no way they could have taken control of my body. No. Something sinister was afoot here. And, I had no idea what it was.
    “Pam,” I said, the saliva in my still-watering mouth making speech much easier, “what’s going on?”
    “Byron,” she replied with a new tone of concern in her voice. “What do you mean ‘what‘s going on’? Those things are everywhere! They’re killing everyone!”
    My mind went blank. What things?
    I hadn’t realized that I’d actually asked that out loud. Pam responded nonetheless, “the bodies… the dead bodies. It’s like there’s some kind of… I can’t believe I’m saying this… Zombie invasion