Entry 9

Dear Diary,

Today, as the sun cast its harsh light upon the desolate landscape, I bore witness to a scene that stirred memories long buried in the recesses of my mind. Two zombies, their grotesque forms twisted and contorted, feasted upon the decaying corpse of a fallen survivor.

The sight sent a shiver down my spine, triggering a flood of memories from a time before the world was consumed by chaos. I recalled a similar scene, years ago, when I crossed paths with a cannibalistic serial killer who took pleasure in the eating of his victims.

I remember it vividly—the stench of blood and the sound of nawing flesh, the look of madness in his eyes as he tore into his vicitm with savage abandon. It was a scene straight from the depths of hell, a grotesque display of humanity's capacity for cruelty and depravity.

And so I stuck my knife between the back of his throat while he was busy eating, and cut pieces of flesh and stuffed it in his mouth. I was left thinking to myself, if he loves human meat so much, why not eat his own? Haha!

End of Diary Entry.