[ WP ] You were the last human on earth after the zombie apocalypse destroyed civilization . One day , you finally get infected by a zombie , but after turning , you realize what you 've been missing out on .

The first thing that changed were my eyes. To be more accurate - my mind's eyes. It was as if I was seeing everything at once but also able to focus on certain and specific elements of beauty in, what I can only describe as, the ultimate shared-human experience. 
 
 Let's start at the time of death. I laid on the floor of my shelter, tightly gripping the bite wound in my forearm, furious and terrified as I tried to determine the cause of the breach in my walls. I knew that my shelter would never be able to withstand a complete assault from a horde of zombies, but I had been counting on the discreet location of my home as a line of defense. 
 
 Before me were the twice-baked corpses of the undead; only this time with fresh attacks to their heads. Even the one who bit me remained motionless on the ground. I could see the light flicker and darken as the rest of the horde shambled their way down the hallway of the office building in the industrial park I had hidden myself in. Death was coming, in every literal and metaphoric way I could think. 
 
 That's when I felt a tug on my consciousness. Having never had a near-death experience before, I assumed this is what everyone felt. I now know that I was wrong. 
 
 As I slipped into what I thought was unconsciousness, I slowly began to understand that what I was now feeling was a type of super-consciousness. Think of the hive-mind from Star Trek and the Borg. It was that. Almost immediately I began to see the futility of my attempted survival in the zombie wasteland. 
 
 Not so much in the logistics of it, but more in what I was fighting for. I clung to the notion of the world as I knew it. Who could blame me? It was the only world I knew, and I saw it literally being eaten before me. It was a world of love, family, hope, but also one of violence, rape, war, and destruction. 
 
 I saw that the negatives actually outweighed any of the good. The good moments were these micro data-points in a never-ending cycle of bloodshed and imbalance. Whatever symbiotic relationship humankind had with the world had it's scales tipped a long time ago. Humanity was past the point of no return. At least, until the zombie outbreak. 
 
 I could still feel the bits of my individual personality deep within me. This new nebula of minds was akin to being on a train as a passenger, with all of us traveling on the same set of rails. Individual choice or direction was taken away. Now we all shared a destination. 
 
 This outbreak was a reset. The value of human life suddenly meant nothing to me anymore, and I felt the needs of the planet overtake my own survival. I did n't wish to hear music anymore, or to eat my favorite bowl of pho noodles from the place that did n't take credit cards down the street. I just wanted peace. 
 
 I slowly became aware that my body was moving. I did n't feel tired, or angry, or vengeful. I felt peaceful. At once, I felt a collective `` sigh'' from every former human that was also connected on this shared existence-chain, and the screams and frustrations that I felt just as I entered slowly dissipated. The world could rest, and finally, so could I.
