He had changed so much since he got back home from the war. He seemed off at first, a little bit unsettling but nothing too concerning - but after a few nights he over stepped boundaries, came into Kate’s bedroom at night without her permission and started to carry a knife in his pocket.

Saturday, that’s when we completely lost him. We were all in the dining hall eating a meal when he slammed the steak knife into the table, laughing maniacally. We should’ve taken him somewhere sooner, we all knew something was wrong, why didn’t we do anything? He craned his neck towards Issac, jamming the steak knife out of the table and pointing it at him. “Calm down buddy, everything’s fine,” Zack stated hesitantly, slowly pushing his chair away from the table as if to make it quieter. But it was not quiet. It sounded like nails on a chalk board. We all began to rise, as did he - still pointing the knife at Zack. Kate tugged on his shoulder in a hurry. He groaned, ramming his elbow deep into her stomach, sending her tumbling backwards. Kate cried, “What the fuck?” and I rushed over to her side, glaring daggers into him. While he was distracted, Zack charged at him, tacking him to the floor beside me and Kate. He let out a loud growl and pushed Zack off him. ‘Why did Zack do that? He’s much stronger than him’ is all I could think of, blood rushing to my brain as I helped Kate up. The boys tossed and turned on the floor before suddenly... Clank. He shoved the knife deep into Zacks neck, blood gushing all over his face. Me and Kate screamed, running towards the exit, only to find that the door was locked. Resistance was futile at this point. We were done for.