[ WP ] You are the first zombie to walk the earth , the only problem is you are extremely clumsy , and have trouble infecting anyone , recount the story of how you infected your first human . ( Preferably by luck )

Being alone sucks, especially if you're a zombie. Got any idea what it's like to entertain the thought that you could n't even begin an outbreak? That you failed your species because you could n't chase someone to bite them without falling over your broken ankle? 
 
 Could've been late October now, I was too depressed to care. Just vagabonding the dark, cold, poorly lit streets as people avoided me with ease when I slowly reached out to grasp or claw them. Calling me freak, moron and on more than one occasion, a molester. 
 
 I kept wandering the footpath until a group of teenage boys caught my eye, they looked delicious. Their tender meat dripping blood over my chin pervaded my mind and invoked exhilaration as I attempted yet another attack. 
 
 `` Woah dude get a load of this guy! Sticking to the part.'' One fair headed boy said as I lunged at him, making a distorted growl. 
 
 `` Nice costume man!'' Another said, dark skinned and too portly for my tastes, I was more focused on the strong physique of the blonde kid. 
 
 `` Hey Jordan take a picture for me!'' My dinner said, wrapping his left arm around my shoulders and allowing me the perfect opportunity at his neck. I struck with an insatiable hunger, taking a non-lethal bite out of the boy. I finally did it. 
 
 The boy covered his wound with his hand in involuntary reaction and writhed in pain, and surprisingly laughter. 
 
 `` Haha! Dude that hurt.'' He said, the wholehearted laughter interfering his coherence. 
 
 `` Hey guys check it out I'm turning into a zombie!'' He joked, acting his way slowly down to the floor, his group of friends joining in the guffaw. 
 
 He then proceeded to make various zombie noises that really irritated me, there was no authenticity in his tormented moans of decay, had he no respect for integrity? It was then I took another bite at his arm, my intentions now to spite him rather than sate my hunger. 
 
 Still he laughed, his groans still way off and only agitating me more, his friends not making any signs of fear or anguish as they were joining in on the mockery. Their dying friend lying in a debilitated state, mustering up any chuckles he could as slowly his consciousness slipped. 
 
 It was n't until the boy ceased moving and talking that the ridicule stopped, an empty stare faced the sky. The teenager was dead, his friends still oblivious to the reality of the situation. Slowly he rose, looking just as pale and bloody as I was, no longer an iris or pupil in his eye. Staring at his friends who had just become aware and bolted off in fear, his groans rang with a brilliance to it that even impressed me. 
 
 He steadily looked at me in confusion and then at himself, examining his rotting arms. And in slurred speech, all I heard was. 
 
 `` Oh fuck.''
