The last thing he remembers before dying was pain.
It was never supposed to end this way. He had spent the whole two months after the first infection fighting for his life, teaming up with other Survivors. He had spent two months fighting for his own freedom in this god forsaken world.
And with a single bite, he had forgotten everything. All he remembers is agonizing pain shooting through out his entire body. All he remembers is the screaming of a girl, no, three. And the yelling of someone whom he...thinks was his friend? Bah, all faded memories by now.
So here he stands, or, sits would be a better word. Perched atop a roof of an abanded grocery store in the middle of a small town, the lone infected observes the every day life of the infected town. The more dumb infected, Horde members if he recalled, milled about. Walking around, moaning and groaning, being general nuisances. For once, he was glad about who he was. He doesn't quite know, but he thinks that what people scream is 'Hunter'.
Pish posh, down to the core they're all the same. Dead. Infected. Monsters.
But it's been so long since a survivor has come through this town. he was almost glad; he hated the chaos they brought. The loud gun shots, the yelling, the murder. Even though this world has died, he finds it more peaceful. There's no car fumes clouding the sky, there's no more jobless people, theres no more war, no more forecloser. No more human violence.
No more violence at all. For once, he realized being the undead might've been for the better. His mind dulled to the point where he can just barely stop himself from becoming a wild animal, he no longer worries about time running out, he no longer worries about his life ending. He doesn't worry. He doesn't fear.
He's free. For once in his entire life, this Hunter is free.
With a wide yawn, and a quick stretching of his limbs, the feral zombie leapt from the building, trotting over to a tight knit group of other infected. With the chatter dying down, the group watched him, before eagerly greeting him with moans and chitters.
The last thing he remembers before he died was pain. The last thing this Hunter remembers is his closest friends yelling and screaming, blood everywhere as one of them died in the end of the world.
The last thing he remembers is a girl, who's memory made his unmoving heart skip a tiny bit, calling out 'Henry! Henry!' before his world went black.
The first thing he remembers is a smoking infected standing above him, a knowing smile on his face as he helped the shaky infected to his feet.
The first thing he remembers is the Smoker ruffling his head, and saying 'Welcome to the new world, champ.'