(Just something I wrote a long time ago) “Uhng.” I moaned. I had a dreadful headache. And I was hungry. Not for food. Blood. Blood and flesh. I looked down at my arm again. It was still covered by my sweater. The mark had faded into only a faint scar. Huh. I had heard that zombies and changelings healed fast, but I never really believed that. I quietly made my way back to camp.