Unconscious Bloodlust

I stepped away from the blood covered corpse at my feet. Several more dull lifeless bodies lay scattered across the tiled floor around me. Had I really killed all these people? Struggling to catch my breath, I stared at the blood that covered my hands and clothes. A long bladed knife, still clutched tightly in my hand, was also wet with blood. Perhaps it was me? Fear crashed into me like a runaway locomotive. Run! screamed a terrified voice inside my head. The police will be here any moment! Shaking uncontrollably, I dropped the knife. Stepping carefully through the menagerie of dead bodies, trying to avoid touching any of them. I hurried toward the open door and ran.