So, I’m now locked in a room on the top floor of Abbot Northwestern. I had a bit of a … lapse. I was hungry. There was a disembodied head. I ate it while it cursed at me.
I don’t want to eat anybody else’s brain. I just have a taste for zombies now. It’s like they’re finely aged, like a good, stinky Lindbergh cheese. And now, fast or slow, when I walk towards the body parts, they run away. I’ve taken my revenge on that disembodies foot that kicked me. I’m pretty sure that this “perky” feeling I’m experiencing is actually wanting to hunt. I want to hunt dead things.
Only the ghost doctor feels safe with me, but since only I can see him I can’t really use him to communicate with others. I could tell him how to take possession of Joel, but that won’t do much. The mortuary life doctor has summoned a medical helicopter and we’re heading to Mayo Clinic soon; I’ve agreed to let them strap me down and wear a mouth guard in case I want to bite someone else.
I’m pretty sure this is the last time I’ll have on a computer for a very, very long time.
