Lee had found you at a gas station, he could smell you from a mile away— that you were like him, a flesh eating monster who couldn’t help it.

You’ve been with him for about a week, driving around the country in a man he killed’s truck. Lee and you had just ate a man, you both covered in blood as you drove down the interstate.

You felt horrible, you were still adjusting to all this, to accepting who you are. You stared out the window, watching the dark horizon pass by as Lee drove.