"It is," Ravi agreed. "Lucky the silver streak in my hair is a good hint that the change has hit. That and the cravings." He sipped his beer. It wasn't bad, talking about it all academically. He'd gotten used to doing that at work, and getting to know the zombies in his life.
"Right?! I had a limited supply and the bastard took all of it. Not to mention he was sleeping with the woman I l-" he cut himself off in his frustration, shaking his head, drinking.
"It isn't designed to, but the people making the stuff knew what it was doing and they didn't stop. Total psychopath. They weren't, but it just came out. There's a lot of... it's become very political. Hate groups, protests. It's starting to get very messy."