I woke up on the floor in Terminal H. The airport was completely empty and my hands were soaked in blood.

I stood up and pressed my palm against my temple, wincing in pain. There was a high pitched noise ringing in my ears and my lungs were sore.

I could not remember anything. Not even my name. I dragged my feet to terminal K.

I had to figure out where the blood came from and I needed to find a way to get out of here. I broke into the airports CCTV room.

I don’t know how I knew where it was but I arrived there and turned the doorknob, surprised that it was unlocked. It looked like someone had already been here, from the smashed in keyhole in the door.

I walked to the monitors and saw blood on the keyboard. With red, shaking hands, I pulled up the security footage from the night before.

There was nothing.

Until 6:57pm.

I zoomed in on the moving figure in the bottom corner of the screen. It looked like a middle aged woman shouting for help. She didn’t look distressed, just lost.

Until 7:48pm.

A dark figure came from the left side of the screen and tackled the woman. The figure started attacking her by ripping the woman’s face off with their bare hands.

I felt bile rise in my throat. I paused the video and zoomed in to see if I could make out the face of the attacker.

If they were still here, I was in danger.

I felt the blood drain from my face from pure horror.

It was me. The attacker was me. I frantically zoomed out and went through the rest of the digital footage.

Every single day, I killed someone in the airport.

My memory started to return to me. After Derby International Airport was shutdown due to an ice storm, people were trapped for days.

For one month, I blacks out every evening and killed people, until there was no one left.

My breathing picked up and my vision was turning black.

I was a monster.

Why hasn’t anyone come to help? Why has no one come?

I looked back at the live footage and saw something moving. No, it was someone.

There was another survivor.

It was then that my body responded to deaths call, singing it’s song. And I couldn’t ignore it. I tried. But I couldn’t. I let myself fall.

And I don’t remember anything else after that.