Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous
an excerpt

He had patches of fur poking out of his skin and a slightly snout like face. He was stuck, trapped almost between his half man, half wolfish transformation. The ears pointed and turned of their own volition. He stunk of sweat and something else, dung like. It occurred to Harold that the wolf man may roll in shit on a regular basis. Perhaps to make himself smell like his prey?
~Day 1

“We don’t bite you know, well, most of us. A few members of our group are like yourself, just beginning their paths to normalcy.” (Donald, group leader)

There was a mantra, which everyone sang and Harold only got part of, something about swearing off the sins of the flesh and being one with another. Then it became a talk show with members volunteering their feelings and troubles from the past week. The group of zombies talked about their attempts to go grocery shopping. It didn’t go well.
~Day 2

“In fact, if you don’t know anyone in the group I’m certain Rufus would be glad to take you on as a buddy.” At Donald’s words, Rufus grinned. A little slobber dribbled out of the side of his mouth and his tail wagged extra hard.
~Day 3

“Uncle, uncle!”
He paused and set his foot down on the floor. The slug kept crying and writhing around on the ground. Harold nudged it with his foot. Faster than he could see, the slug straightened out and leapt at Harold’s chest. Together they crashed back into a tower of pallets. Harold’s arms went up to instinctively cover his face from the oncoming attack. Damn slug; trick him with a classic foil! In the darkness he got his first good look at Zork’s face.
~Day 4

She smiled a greeting and sauntered slowly towards him. Pressed her body against his mucous and blood covered coat and pulled him towards her. Her lips did things to his that should have been illegal. Perhaps they were. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the law changes lately.
~Day 5

He could actually credit the vampirism for kickstarting his career in phlebotomy. There weren’t a lot of people willing to work with blood, but he was all over it. In fact, Harold genuinely felt that vampires were perfectly suited to the job of working with blood. He could identify blood types by smell and taste alone. He loved the color red and he even enjoyed working in the lifeless, sterile environment. Not to mention the fact that he would never have to fear catching some blood born disease from the donors or donations. There was the added benefit of getting all the free blood he wanted.
~Day 6