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Some days when you have nothing better to do you stare at your arms and just think back to that day. The day you died, changed, became inhuman. The day you reanimated and the hunger became the major part of your existence.

Y'know, that day.

What is it, really, you wonder, flexing your fingers. You know of so many different kinds of zombies. They change from one film to the next, each with their own rules. Makes it a little hard to prepare for the real thing.

You know it's some kind of an infection, although how you know that much you're not quite sure. Instincts probably. They seem to be the answer for everything you know about zombies that doesn't come from films. Instincts tell you what to do, what to eat, how to do it, and while you don't always listen to them they seem to have some idea of what you're supposed to do.

The infection, if that's what it is, spreads via a bite, any bite, anywhere, teeth sinking into delicious soft flesh, bleeding its reach into the wound as it bleeds out. As the body dies, it takes hold, reviving it somehow, dead flesh animating. You know this much.

You could certainly feel it when you were bitten, something there underneath all the pain, something unreal traveling through your body, changing everything it touched while you bled to death. You were too busy focusing on the pain to give it much notice, but it was there.

You wonder what it might have been like if you hadn't fainted. Would you have felt the change? Would you have felt the hunger creep up on you? Would you have noticed when you died and became the monster you are now?

Too late for that, anyway.

The most you know about the infection other than the fact that the instincts wish you would infect more people is that you infected someone once, only once. You had two girls, both bitten several times before they would stop trying to fight you. While you worked on removing one's brain, the other got up. You had to smash its head in with a lamp. The body was ruined.

You tend to eat one at a time now. Infection makes things taste terrible.

Maybe someday you'll learn all the secrets of being a zombie. But for now, you're fine really.

You just have to keep ignoring that little voice that tells you to bite everyone.

Easy.