[ WP ] During the apocalypse , you find out that Zombies are completely sentient and self aware . They know what they do is wrong . But they just ca n't stop themselves .

„Don ’ t be ashamed of crying. “ I said, „you are not the only one who has to battle this addiction. A lot of my patients suffer from it. “ He didn ’ t stop crying, his bloody tears dropping on the third carpet I had bought this week. Thank God, my assistant had the presence of mind to cover the couch with a plastic. My patients occasionally leave a finger or a foot behind, or half of their skin tears off their bones when they knock themselves at a table. A lot of my former patients would have been appalled or shocked but we live in different times now. Different times, different measures, as the saying goes. The apocalypse does indeed change everything. When they started rising from the dead, I barely knew how to make a living being as an assistant for the professor. „Freud of the 23rd century “ they used to call the old fool. If you ask me he was a buffoon deducing authority from his title, since his meaningful research had stopped years ago. 
 
 „I am not the only one? “ he raised his head abruptly as if my words had finally penetrated his rotten brain. 
 
 „Of course not. “ I consoled him. You should always watch out for their temper. 
 
 „But why am I doing it? Why? I know I could do so much with my death after life. “ He shook his head violently and his right earlobe almost landed on my suit. 
 
 „A lot of my other patients have the same bad conscious as you do. Like you they know that it is wrong to kill humans. “ It must have been something in my voice because his slimy, yellow eyes seemed skeptical. True, I don ’ t agree with this statement. It was a pleasure to watch one of his Zombie friends rip this century ’ s Freud apart. All the other assistants ran away in utter horror. I was delighted how Jack - I think his name was Jack - ripped off the professor ’ s left arm and ultimately broke his neck. It sounded like breaking a chocolate bar. I watched satisfied how Jack sucked the blood out of the professor ’ s head while weeping tears of blackish blood. Then he saw me. We were alone in the university ’ s fifth floor hallway. Jack was coming towards me. It was with a kind of displeasure that I pictured myself encountering the same fate as the professor. „I know that you know what you are doing is wrong. I know that you can ’ t stop yourself. But I can help you. “ I said in self-defense. The last thing I wanted was to be even in death crushed by the professor. „The greatest psychological mind of the century murdered by Zombie attack. Also killed: one of his assistants. “ His name was going to dominate the by-line as always without doing any work. You could argue that he put some effort into dying by trying to calm the Zombie down, but still the Zombie was doing all the work. That was always the case with the professor. Not his time though. As it turned out, I struck a nerve and Jack became my first Zombie patient. 
 
 „I don ’ t understand it. Why do I keep doing it? Please, Doctor, tell me. Why can ’ t I stop myself? I had so much plans what to do once I was dead. And now it seems that I can ’ t get anything done. There ’ s always another fine looking human to kill and my plans get derailed. “ The yellow of his eyes got a golden shine. I had seen it before and knew what it meant. 
 
 „You want to escape your conflicted feelings about rising from the dead by submerging yourself in activity. You can ’ t stop yourself because it is a habit of yours. Instead of trying to suppress your habit, try to change it. “ I said with my finger on the emergency button. 

