I look at my bloody hands then at the half-eaten corpse of a zombie. I tasted something nasty in my mouth. I realized that I had eaten this zombie! I threw it up on the side.

When I finished, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve. I looked at everyone. “What happened?” I asked softly.

“We were picking mushrooms, like normal, when a group of five zombies came our way. You just snapped, you bashed all of the zombie’s heads on trees and/or rocks. We didn’t think much of it until you started eating the zombie that looked like a General,” Missy explained.

I looked at the corpse. “He deserved it, he’s the one that kicked me out, despite curing me at the age of five,” I say bitterly.

“What are you craving?” Missy asks nervously.

“Grilled chicken. Why?” I say.

“You keep looking at the body like you wanna eat it still,” Missy says.

“Didn’t you see me throw it up?” I ask a little rudely.

“Rude,” Missy murmured.

“Let’s go,” Ryan says.

We return to base some time later. I went to my room and took a nap because I was tired.

When I woke up, I was in the basement and tied up.