Risen

Prologue

They say it started in Great Britain, in one of those small and rural towns. In what seemed like seconds, a chain reaction happened and soon all of Europe's dead were awake. The western hemisphere didn't even have time to react. We were all up and hungry by the time anyone realized what was happening.

I don't know what it was like to be alive on that night. Sitting comfortably in your home as reports came in. The dead are alive. Stay inside. You are in critical danger. It must have sucked. To lock yourself up and just wait for someone to come back with supplies and pray they weren't eaten.

However, I didn't live through that, or I partially did. I don't remember much from that time. I can recall clawing my way out of my grave, climbing out of the ground, and looking around to see my fellow grave-mates. I can remember this intense hunger, a need to sink my teeth into a brain. I can remember the moon. How bright and full it was with the smell of crisp night air.

The rest is kind of a blur. It will come in flashbacks sometimes. The people I murdered, their last words and emotions before I sunk my teeth in. The worst part is the screams. They echo in my head, like a haunted record player. The guilt crushes me every night, yet what is there to do?

They tell me I'm one of the lucky ones. I am now treated, and what I did in my untreated state is not my fault. I can't put stock in that though. It was me who let myself die, committed the action. It was me who killed so many people, yet what is there to do?

*Please comment on what you think. I always enjoy criticism. :)
-Maddi