[ 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 .

The loneliness is the toughest part of being immortal. 
 
 Even before the plague, I was isolated. It's been so long since my family died that I can hardly even remember their faces. And after eight hundred years of making friends and then watching them die, I'd learned that it's often easier to just shut people out. I told myself that it was to prevent them from learning my secret, but deep down, I knew the truth. 
 
 But at least before the outbreak I still spoke to people. I still had some colleagues at work who I'd make some small talk with, occasionally grab lunch. I had students to lecture at and talk to about assignments. I'd see people in the halls of the university, in the aisles of the grocery store, and just out and about in town. Now, all that's gone. 
 
 The town, of course, is n't gone. The sidewalks where my neighbors would pass by are still there, albeit cracked and crumbling after six years of disrepair. The stores are mostly all still standing, except for a few that burned down when the riots started. The university is still at the heart of the town, now overgrown with weeds. Even my lab is still in there somewhere ( though it's been 4 years now since I transferred all of my work to my home facility ). No need to keep up the pretense that I'm just some regular biology professor, so I can consolidate all of my work. 
 
 Other than the loneliness, the end of the world has n't affected me very much. Most of the problems that survivors face are not an issue for me. The undead do n't even seem to notice me, so I have no defenses or weapons. I do n't need to eat or drink, so scavenging for supplies is no concern. I do n't get sick or wounded, so medicines and other supplies are practically useless. And setting up some solar panels to power my home was a cinch. What else could I want? 
 
 I just have so much time now. I never really realized how much effort I had to put into being'normal.' Buying food and making meals so that neighbors could see me eating like a normal person. Teaching classes and grading papers to maintain my disguise. Constantly planning how I was going to'kill off' this persona and re-establish a new identity somewhere else. I was thinking China next; they were on their way to becoming a world superpower, and it *had* been almost 500 years since I lived there. It would be nice to go back for a bit. Well, no need to plan for that contingency anymore. All I have left to do are my experiments. 
 
 I tried for a *long* time to replicate the curse that left me unable to die. I've recreated the scenario a thousand different ways, using the exact same words that the old woods witch used on me.... with nothing to show for it. I've been forced to conclude that I just ca n't use magic the way she could, and I'm not going to get any information out of her dusty old bones. So I turned to science for the cure. I discovered heredity with Mendel, radioactivity with Curie, germ theory with Pasteur... all attempts to reach the unreachable. 
 
 It's only been recently that I've had any success, manipulating the genetics in cancer cells and combining them with samples from my own blood to produce DNA that does n't unravel with age. Alfonso, the rat in my basement with an average lifespan of three years, is now almost a decade old. I've even been growing some carrots for him to celebrity his tenth birthday, coming up next month. I had to hide most of this work at the University; I would n't want them digging to deep into where I got some of the materials. It has n't been without hurdles, though. Human testing of the serum quickly killed the hosts, and I have n't yet been able to determine the cause. But at least the constant sounds of shuffling and moaning outside ensures that I'll have plenty of samples to find out. Then I'll be able to fix my mistake. This is just another plague; I've watched humanity live through dozens of these. The bubonic plague, the Spanish flu, smallpox... we've overcome them all. No big deal. It'll be worth it once I finally find the solution, right? 
 
 I turn on the TV and load up an old episode of Friends that I've seen a thousand times. The old dorms of the university are a goldmine of pirated movies and TV shows. The volume on the TV is set to be high enough that I can hear it from anywhere in the house. I like it loud enough to cover up the noise of the zombie horde out on the lawn, and it makes me feel like someone else is still here with me. Like I said, the loneliness is really the worst part. 
 

