These days I sleep  
fitfully with a gun  
beside my bed.  
It was months  
since I dared  
venture outside.  
I don't even look  
out the windows  
anymore...  
But I can hear them  
as they roam the  
streets at night.  
The monsters...  
Those who used  
to be human,  
but aren't anymore.  
They look just like  
me, but I'm not one  
of them...  
At least, I hope and  
fervently pray that  
still is the case.