[ WP ] You were bitten by a zombie , but kept your mind . While other zombies are running around killing for brains , you are trying to figure out what to do next .

*Pain. * 
 
 You look down. You see the item fall out of your head. 
 
 *Metal. It is metal. * 
 
 You recall with perfect clarity what the object is made out of. 
 
 Wait, what? 
 
 That ca n't be right. You know this because... because... 
 
 You think for awhile-give or take five minutes, but eventually it comes to you. 
 
 *You were bitten. * 
 
 There's the answer. It took awhile to come to you, but your mind is as sharp as ever. One of them bit you. The walking corpses that are plaguing this world, killing everything they can get a hold of. Those mindless killing machines that ruined the world. 
 
 Zombies. 
 
 *Wait. This is wrong. * 
 
 Zombies do n't think. Or at least, they should n't. The ones your group of survivors encountered were more like simple beasts than any human-even some of the stupider ones you've seen. 
 
 *Why are you different? * 
 
 You struggle as you try to remember. While you can still think perfectly fine, your mind is no longer as fast as it once was. Maybe that throbbing in your head is related to it? You gingerly reach up, scraping dirt encrusted nails across your forehead, tearing into your rotten scalp. You idly note that you ca n't feel pain. 
 
 Suddenly, you remember why that throbbing is there. They put the metal object in your head. They did it. The others. 
 
 Your fellow survivors. 
 
 They did it because you had been bitten. It was the sensible thing to do, you all agreed. You did n't want to infect them, and they did n't want you infecting anyone else. So, they shot you in the head. Once. No sense in wasting ammunition, after all. 
 
 But you had managed to survive... and what's more, you could think! You could think like a human, yet you had all the benefits of their `` condition''. Zombies never tired, did n't need to sleep, and-so far as anyone knew, did n't *need* to eat. ( did n't stop them from doing so, though. Poor Jesse ) If you joined up again, you could help them even more. You could save them from the other zombies. 
 
 If only you could speed up your thoughts. Maybe it was the result of the shot to the head? You moan in annoyance. If only you had some way to fix your stupid brain! 
 
 *TAKE SOME. * 
 
 You jerk your head up, staring about wildly as you look around for who could have said that. 
 
 *TAKE SOME. * 
 
 With a start, you realize that this voice is in your head, apparently telling you to `` Take some.'' But take some what? 
 
 *TAKE SOME THOUGHTS. * 
 
 You puzzle out the meaning of this and then realize: it wants you to eat others! You shake your head in disgust-you are n't some undead freak like the others! 
 
 *TAKE SOME THOUGHTS TO GET SOME THOUGHTS. * 
 
 You pause, then go over to the window. Down below you can see a survivor-the lone wolf type with plenty of guns. 
 
 *No, I should n't. * 
 
 *TAKE SOME THOUGHTS. * 
 
 *Is this what I've become? Another one of them? * 
 
 *TAKE SOME THOUGHTS. * 
 
 *Besides, he would shoot me before I even reached him. I'd die again if he saw me. * 
 
 But as you shake your head to dissuade yourself from ideas that are n't yours, you happen to glance over at the man again. He is standing underneath your window, in plain sight as he relentlessly mows down the undead on the street. 
 
 *DROP SOMETHING. * 
 
 You look in the apartment for something heavy. There! An old TV! Without pausing to think, you lift it and throw it out of the window, almost certainly killing him. 
 
 You quickly run down, eager to get at his thoughts. 
 
 Thoughts? 
 
 Is n't the thing in his head called something else? 
 
 You shake your head-no matter. You just need his thoughts, and then you'll be good as new. Just like before! You'll be back to normal. 
 
 Having reached his corpse, you lick your lips, and begin to dig in. 
 
 *TAKE IT ALL. * 
 
 You heed the voice, messily eating everything you can tear off his corpse. Suddenly, you hear a voice. 
 
 `` Joe? Are you okay? I stopped hearing yo-OH MY GOD! JOE!'' 
 
 She covered her mouth with both hands as she looked at you. Mouth still full, you turned your head towards her. 
 
 *TAKE SOME MORE. * 
 
 Yes, you needed some more. You did n't have nearly enough thoughts. You needed more. MORE. 
 
 You lunged at her, but she was ready. She brought her handgun up. 
 
 *8 mm. Same thing they used. You'll be fine. * 
 
 And indeed, you were. You are n't sure why-the movies say you would n't be moving right now. You do n't care. 
 
 *TAKE SOME MORE. * 
 
 `` Shit, no no no, not like this, please, god, anything but this...'' she sobs as she starts to run. You easily catch her, sending her to the ground. You legs dully ache, the result of you putting more stress than a human would have on them in order to outpace a human. You are n't concerned. 
 
 After all, you have enough meat here to repair any damage that you would have endured, so why should you be concerned? And after this, well, your fellow survivors can be of use to you in getting more meat. And if they are n't, well... 
 
 You'll just have to take some. 
 *** 
 *Though you claim to be above your condition, 
 you are clearly acclimatized to your transition, 
 so shed your humanity, and submit to the disease, 
 as you pretend you do n't bring others down onto their knees. *
