The gentle breeze floating bye gives a false sense of hope. There was nothing left. There was nobody left, and I've been bitten. It's only a small amount of time before I find myself walking, more stumbling across with the others. But I'm different. I still seem to think clearly. I must be what those news reporters call 'special infected'. So I am a special infected. Okay. I can make do.

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Being a zombie is not as bad as I thought, I still feel like me, though I can jump from rooftop to rooftop, its sort of a better life I guess. Better than when I was human. I can hear a gentle laughing around the corner, as if someone was hitting on someone else and it was getting shoved off. "I don't feel like being in a relationship. Get over it." says the female voice. It sounds human. Though I know that its not. There's no human within the next thousand miles. Us special infected don't eat fresh meat. It sends us into frenzy. Instead we eat the common infected. It sounds gross I know but they aren't good for anything else. "C'mon baby you know you NEED to come to my place!" the male voice says "what are you doing? get off of me!" a woman in need. I haven't done anything like this but I will have soon. I leap into the alley and find a jockey actually trying to RAPE a witch. As I pounce on the jockey he screams, and I grab the girl and bound onto the rooftops, where I know only me and me friend, Tex, a smoker, can get up here. The girl is huddled in my arms, shedding bitter tears in my jacket. She can't be over 16. I'm 17. Her arms are full of horizontal lines. Just about shocking me to death. Once I get to the two room apartment I set her down and give her time to relax, eat, and do whatever before she's ready to talk.