[ WP ] You are a immortal during the zombie apocalypse , During the apocalypse the zombies ignore you and you try to live a normal life during the outbreak .

All my life, I've tried to help others. That may be normal to most people, probably more than you'd think, but I'm not like most people. I've seen the world from an entirely different perspective for one singular reason; I'm immortal. 
 
 Have been all my life. Trust me, I have no idea how or why I was chosen, but it's true. And these days, an immortal is n't the craziest thing you hear of. The craziest thing you hear of now? Is that the government still exists and that they're trying to find a cure to this god forsaken disease that spread faster than Catholicism around this world. It started slow, like anything else, but it gained speed and eventually eighty percent of the world was dead. Well, not dead, but they definitely were n't human anymore. 
 
 For the most part it did n't hit the United States until about four months in. Two months in was when they closed the border, but what they did n't expect was carriers. People that had the disease running through their blood but would never make the full change to the living dead. They could spread the disease yes, but they could never become the one thing the world began to fear. The living dead did n't let them slide by either, they may have carried the disease, but they were still human, they were still good enough to eat. 
 
 Unlike me. I figured after the first year or so, when my city was all but a bombed out highway, that if I was gon na live forever, I might as well join the rest of humanity in their downfall. So I walked into the mall, found the first horde I could and sat right in the middle of them all. 
 
 And I sat there. For six hours. And nothing happened. They looked at me, snarled and coughed, but not one of them even tried to touch me. Hell, some of them moved out of the way for me when I walked in. I knew I carried the disease, I had tested my blood a thousand times before I did this. That should've given them even more incentive to come after me. But for some strange reason, the living dead completely ignored me. So I got a little bit crazy. 
 
 I started to kill them. I grabbed the first weapon I could find and smashed their brains in. One by one until the entire mall was living dead-free. Even in my murderous rampage, none of them tried to stop me, or tried to attack me, or even tried to bite me. And from there, I realized that my immortality gave me a great gift; along with living forever, I was immune to not only the disease, but to the living dead themselves. It was my power, as much as it was my curse. 
 
 It's been ten years since the living dead started to wander the Earth where humanity once stood. And I've tried to help as much as I could. I rebuilt the city I once lived in. You'd be surprised how much one person can get done when they have nothing else to do. I eliminated every tiny pocket of the living dead that wandered in it's limits. I put up a wall, burnt the bodies that rotted in the streets and even rebuilt some of the finest wonders of the city. 
 
 But I also kept around two hundred living dead and have been running experiments on them the last five years. Luckily I can lure them around, or even push them onto a truck and drive them places. I used it to my advantage, brought them to the biggest lab I could find and placed them behind bulletproof glass. That's where I've been spending most of my time, analyzing blood samples with my own to try and synthesize a cure. As an immortal, I've had a long time to study, but now I have even more time. There's no one to get in my way. Plus I'm happy to say that the Library of Congress and all of it's glorious books, still thrive. They have been invaluable in my quest to cure the human race. 
 
 It does get lonely. For a city as small as Washington DC, it's eerily quiet each night. I can still hear the hordes outside the walls, but I only hear static on the radio each night. The past three years I've watched almost every movie made in the last half century. All my life, I never was lonely. I always had someone, somewhere, someplace to go. I always had friends. Nowadays, my friends consist of the living dead and as much as I like to hear their groaning, they do n't hold a conversation very well. 
 
 Yet, I also realize that I can not open up these walls until I find a cure. I can not start broadcasting to the world that there is a safe place, free from the living dead and the horrors of the world. I can not do any of that because I am still a carrier. The disease still lives inside of me and as long as it does, I can still infect others. So the city will remain closed for as long I need it to. 
 
 Until I find a cure, this place will be my home as much as my prison. I will study the living dead and figure out what makes them tick and then I will change it. Trials on them start soon, a small percentage of the population first, but thankfully there's no shortage of zombies outside it's walls, so I can always grab more if need be. But I must find a cure, because as an immortal, I have all the time in the world. But humanity, and their dwindling numbers, may only have a few generations. At best. 
 
 I will be alone until then. And this city will be my prison until I can solve this epidemic. As long as I live and breath, humanity will live. 
 
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