[ WP ] A cure for the zombie virus has been found , however all ex-zombies remember everything that happened when they were infected .

`` So Sarah, I just want to begin by saying this is a safe space. Whatever you say here will simply be between you and I, no one else.'' I nodded at the therapist, shifting uncomfortably in the large, suede chair. 
 
 `` So how are you feeling?'' She asked, smiling a liquid warm smile at me. 
 I shrugged, not able to meet her gaze, `` Well, better. I'm getting back to the routine I had before....I was sick. Nights are still hard though. I get a lot of nightmares still. And I do n't think I'll ever be able to eat meat again.'' I meant the last part as a joke, but I could see her smile falter for just a second. 
 
 `` The nightmares? Do you feel comfortable telling me about them?'' She asked, slowly picking up a pen and pad that was next to her chair. 
 
 I nodded hesitantly, `` Uhm, sure. The nightmares... well, I mean. A lot of them are memories which is the hardest part. There's a lot of walking involved, a lot of aimless shuffling. I can remember walking just all night, in the dark, one foot in front of the other. Unable to see or hear really, just driven forward by some unknown force. I can still feel what it was like to be, well, to be sick. There's nothing really in your head. Just a hunger, just a need to, well, to eat.'' 
 I paused, not sure if I wanted to continue with what comes next. 
 
 `` Then there's the times when you come across someone, an un-sick person. And the want in you just grows stronger and stronger until you ca n't take it anymore and you just got to bite into flesh, you just got ta tear-'' 
 
 `` -Okay Sarah, it's okay,'' she said quickly, sitting up in her chair. Only then did I realize how fast my heart was going, how tiny beads of sweat were started to form across my forehead. 
 
 `` Why do n't we pick this up tomorrow okay?'' She asked, her smile back, plastered on her face. 
 
 I nodded, breathless and shaky. I stood up and swayed, still adjusting to my prosthetic legs. She stood up as well, opening the door for me, so that I did n't have to attempt the door knob with my one horribly mangled hand. 

