[ 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 .

All I had wanted ever since I was a teenager was the idyllic suburban life that my father had.Sounds kind of lame? Well it kind of is, most kids my age had grand ambitions of becoming athletes, movie stars, high profile lawyers, big shot doctors whatever have you. Me, all I wanted was a nice home to live in, a beautiful backyard to play with my kids and a beautiful wife to have them with. Contrary to the fates of most of the people I went to high school I was also the most successful in living up to my dreams. Although, all that changed when everyone started turning into zombies. Zombie Apocalypse, the great equalizer. 
 
 I do n't remember much about how the plague spread or how I got infected, its seems that your memory gets wiped clean the moment you are zombified. All that is left is this insatiable hunger. There is a kind of freedom in running wild like a rabid dog. You do n't feel things like pain, anger, jealousy or even doubt, remorse or guilt. All that you know is hunger, all you see is red. Weirdly enough once I had my first taste of flesh things started to slow down a bit. My memories started trickling back with every bite that I took. Do n't get me wrong, I was still an impulsive, instinctive, insatiable zombie, yet, somehow, somewhere, I had started to feel like bit by bit, I was regaining my humanity. I was thankful for the memories, they gave me something to hold onto and reflect on when there were no humans around to hunt, my humanity, I could do without. An insatiable zombie with a guilty conscience was not a fun combo. The hunger and guilt were driving me completely insane. 
 
 My torment grew with each human I hunted. I began to realize that the more advanced zombies around me were not the mindless creatures they seemed to be at first glance. In fact, they were probably more human than I was and that, was their curse. Compelled by their hunger and sundered by their guilt they had turned to creatures of pure rage. Driven insane by their own humanity. I had no doubt that I would have gone down the same route, were it not for my wife, Alicia and my two beautiful kids. 
 
 It might seem cold-hearted but honestly speaking, I did n't care much for humanity. If I had declared this at our weekend HOA lunches I would have drawn many scandalized glances. Right now, I was surrounded by zombies. They were too distracted by their own pain and hunger to care for my thoughts. It seemed that the memories came back to you in order of personal importance. One of the first memories that flooded back to me were of my wife and my kids. I might not care about humans in general but I did care about these 3 humans in particular. 
 
 It is this concentrated concern that allowed me to think unlike my fellow zombies who were slowly but surely driven insane by their own humanity. Humans are so selfish and short-sighted by nature, if it were not the zombie apocalypse it would have been something else. One thing was certain as far as I was concerned, the implosion of the human race was merely a matter of when and not if. As a zombie, my misanthropy became my strength. It allowed me to focus on regaining my memories without being consumed by guilt as I hunted and devoured what was left of the humans. It is quite ironic that in my misanthropy, I was able to successfully regain my humanity without being devoured by it. Like I said, the only people in this world that matter to me are my wife and kids and the only thing I wish to do is find them and I am willing to do whatever it takes to remember what happened to them. It does n't matter how many innocent lives I must consume. I am indifferent to their screams and pleas for mercy. I not only accept my hunger, I revel in it. Each bite brings back another chunk of memory. Every victim is another clue. 
 
 I do n't care if they are human or zombie. I am not concerned with what I will do when I see them. I **will** be re-united with my family. I do n't care what I have to go through.
