Bryan's pov.
"Come to the lake," they said, "It will be fun," they said.
These are what two of my friends told me after realizing I've been working too much.
'Not fun now!' I thought of walking off the beach after having a long talk with the paramedics.
They were scared that I'd sue because they thought I was among the dead bodies floating in the lake.
I told them I was fine and didn't seek medical treatment.
But in reality, I felt cold and had a strange appetite.
'Brains' every time I thought or heard that word, my mouth started to water.
I smelled something amazing from the woods. I followed the smell.

I came across a dead body; its skull was cracked open; its brain was spilling out.
I knelt and starting eating it.
It was tasteless, but it stopped me from being hungry.
When I got home after eating, I look in the mirror; I had a small white streak in my hair, and my skin was pale.
A few weeks later.

I was in the grocery store; my hair had become pure white. I had my hood up I didn't want anyone to see me.
I had to look healthy for work if they saw me like this they'd scream. Well except Molten have no idea what he does when he's scared.

Five bottles of instant bronzer, a three-pack of brown hair dye, a few bottles of hot sauce, and a copy of night of the living dead.
As for my new 'diet,' I have a friend who works at a funeral home gives me them and I give him 500 dollars a brain.
You could say I was changed genuinely changed by that party.