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

`` This is the only cure, I'm afraid,'' the nurse is saying. `` You will have all your memories.'' 
 
 `` Why would I want to forget anything?'' I say to the nurse. She stares at me, uncomprehending. 
 
 `` We'll be able to communicate when the procedure is finished.'' 
 
 Why ca n't we communicate now? Ca n't she understand what I'm saying? `` I'm just going to inject this now.'' She turns me around in the wheelchair and reaches for the needle by the sign. 
 
 Up ahead of me are two interns. I reach out to wave at them, and one jumps back in horror. What's wrong with these people? I ca n't see what's wrong with a friendly gesture. They're talking to each other in hushed tones. 
 
 `` Ouch. It's a good thing zombies do n't have pain receptors.'' 
 
 `` Jonathan! We ca n't talk about this, infront of the... *patient*.'' She flashes me a thin smile. 
 
 `` Do n't be stupid, Sandra, zombies do n't have proper ears, so they ca n't hear us from this far away, can they?'' I do n't understand what they're talking about. The girl gives a thoughtful nod, pondering his question. `` Anyway, an injection straight into the brain? That's got to hurt a *little*.'' 
 
 `` Well they ca n't inject it anywhere else, there's no blood to pump the medicine round.'' 
 
 I'm not listening. I'm staring at my arm in awe. I get the strangest sensation, as my torn skin heals and becomes a pale pink colour. 
 
 `` I wonder if your skin grows back soft. Fancy a zombie moisturiser, Sandra?'' 
 
 `` Jonathan!'' 
 
 I suddenly realise they were talking about me. Why am I here again? The officials had rounded me up on the street, along with the others, and taken me here to be'cured'. Cured for what? 
 
 I start picturing the others in my mind. My head seems so much clearer now. Lets see, Bobby, my closest friend for the last few years. Yellow eyes, black hair, grey skin... 
 
 The truth about what I had become five years ago hits me. 
 
 Then the memories flood back. *Why* did n't the medicine block out the memories? I'm in agony just thinking about it. The sensation. Hunting *people*. I shudder. 
 I'm beginning to remember what I used to eat.
