[ WP ] You are a zombie in the middle of an apocolypse who lost all their memories and humanity . each time you feed and infect , you slowly gain back a bit of both .

Over the bonfire cracking the silence of the night, they stood. 
 
 `` Brian, you must eat.'' Nelson waved his wrist at the fly infested leg of a man, who were moaning with horror in his throat. 
 
 Brian fixed his eye back into sunken socket and gazed at the man. His gum sunk into rotten lips, drooling. He could n't resist the thought of becoming alive again yet the gruesome act of cannibalism slowly gripped his heart tighter and tighter, one survivor after another. `` I ca n't... is my memory worth it..? I mean, more and more I think about it...'' 
 
 Nelson whizzed into laughter as he casually slapped his gored machete into the man's leg and take a bloodful bite. `` You always question yourself, Brian, with this stupid morality... You already done it yourself... and god knows how many so-called survivors have passed through your wretched nasty belly.'' He spat his broken tooth out of bloody mouth into the man's head, only to wake him back from unconsciousness and crawl like mere a severed cockroach. 
 
 `` If anythin', they are the real man-eaters..you saw what this guy did. YOU saw it. This muggin' bastard knew what he was doing.'' 
 
 Brian cracked his finger joints as he huffed musky gas, trying to grasp the fresh air he've long been begging for. Yet he could n't tell if his throat was clogged by his discomfort of vivid memories of eating a young girl alive few weeks ago or his endless ooze of blistered green lungs. Man eaters indeed were one of the name they called him. The fallen, a zombie, a cannibal and so forth. If it was n't Nelson, Brian would n't have remembered his past this far. A suave car salesman he was.. *fourty?... fifty? * He was not entirely sure if he had any damily. Dead at most. For only recognizing companion was Nelson, who found Brian awake from what he called `` hunger,'' he could n't think no further. Lost in time and confused, it had been only recent that they attcked survivors like the one in peril in front of them. Sometimes Brian was not sure who were the real Man Eaters as they watched the survivors kill, trick and even eat each other. Could it be that he was truly doing a good deed for the mankind, as Nelson said? He did n't know what to do, still cinfused as ever. 
 
 `` Y' gon na finish that?'' Nelson pointed the chunk of thigh on Brian's lap, still spewing the blood out from the cut he made. `` Our next stop is at least fifty days away... if you want to live. We wo n't have anything until we reach Concord.'' 
 
 Brian took his eyeball away and put it in the pocket of his tattered jacket. `` I have no choicec after all. I have to *live*.'' 
 
 In complete darkness, only thing he could hear was the fire and crunching bones of the meat Nelson was feasting on. He gulped, or at least he imagined he still could, before taking a bite off freshly decapitated thigh of the bandit. He hated his tongue for being the one of most freshest part of his body, he could still feel the eerie taste of a human meat. The man obviously had been starved as there were no fat under the burnt skin. He sighed and mumbled. *It's only a predator eating a predator..survival of the fittest... * 
 
 ``... my god,'' Brian gasped as he coughed bits out of his mouth. 
 
 `` Remembered somethin'?'' Nelson looked over his meal. 
 
 ``... I think I just ate my son.'' Brian sank in as he said.
