You walk a little bit further down your street and you feel yourself disappear. Your physical being is still very much alive, but your personality and memories deteriorate.

 

Your eyes turn yellow, your skin starts to burn.

 

You see another neighbor, they turn around and realized they missed their opportunity to run and hide in their home.

 

You begin to charge at them, screaming incoherently.

 

The only thing that looks familiar is that the person you are running to is the same person who's face peered into your window yesterday.

 

His friend is not far behind.

 

He pulls out a revolver.

 

The End