my leg or hear the dark whispers in the back of my mind telling me I need to feed, but as I try to regain

ens when my instincts are higher and more alert then the more human side of me is, I try to take a deep breath in but the fire in my throat is making it hard to breath, I feel my body start to move again this time like its on autopilot, I move towards the door and I feel myself grab the door handle, I can feel the cold smooth metal on my damp clammy hand turn and that's when I notice I am not entirely paying attention to my surroundings but yet I can hear and smell everything, As I finally look up and really take notice of the outside world for the first time I inhale a sharp breath at the horror of whats really going on, the outside world suddenly has become a horror movie come to life. There's abandoned cars all along the side of