ROMAN POV
As I looked at the bottles of water in front of me, debating if I should drink them or not, I tried to figure out what stage of grief I was in. Because that’s what I was doing, grieving the death of my human life. The person I was before I met her is no more. Even worse is the fact that I was resurrected as one of them. A Beast.
When the images of what happened in the hospital first hit me, I went through denial and managed to convince myself that they had drugged me and that I had hallucinated it all. I guess since that wasn’t true, the water was probably safe to drink. I felt so weak and sick after not drinking or eating anything that I had to give in.
Opening the water bottle, I downed it in one go and then I ripped open the bag of beef jerky and began stuffing it in my mo
