Gone.

She is sick,

she wanders around, 

her head twitching in agony,

while the thoughts of doom progress in her brain.

the disease is spreading,

she is losing her humanity.

she sits,

looks around her,

at all the people who are like her,

or far,

far past Gone.

she is afraid of the fact that she will be like them soon,

within days,

                                hours,

                                                              minutes.

she knows it will come any second,

take her humanity,

make her a monster.

she is afraid..not for herself,

but for the people that will suffer under her crazed wrath.