That afternoon at lunchtime I was in the library "reading" or rather trying to get away from anyone who had blood on them. My pupils were dilated, my hands were sweating, and I was breathing hard. "Damn instincts..." I thought. How could I be so weak to the point where I couldn't even control myself? Luckily there were no people in the library...because I don't know what I could do if someone came in while I'm in this state.