I ate Todd. He tasted good. I can't think no good no more. Virus. Antidote no work.
Heard radio, say no cure. Guess it true. Hungry again, more Todd.
The sound of crunching and slurping continues for several minutes.
Maybe I stay thinking now because of antidote. I not like others. Not whole cure, part cure. Heart still beat but slow, like brain thoughts.
Others ignore me, maybe because I am like them now. But I different. Not afraid now, no more speak in radio. You liar no-name! I find you, you give cure, make better! I eat you if don't!
I just want be me again!
The sound of slurping and crunching resumes until the channel suddenly becomes static.