August 20, 1409 - London

     Pain is my new life. The insatiable burning in my throat beckons me to drink and my hands tremble from the thirst. My body aches from deprivation though I have tried to appease it. My breaths grow jagged as I close my eyes, trying not to see the events of last night. I try not to think of my body changing in the alley or the slaughtering of so many that I once cared about. I find my neighbor's blood enticing now, to say the least. Clutching his body, I pulled him into the shadows with me to hide from the sun and fill my belly but I am still empty inside. Not simply from the hunger that drives me but from everything I've lost. I have no home, no family, and no future. What did I do to deserve this hell? Life imprisoned as a monster?