[ 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 .

Have you ever tried drugs? I do n't mean pot, I mean hard core hit your serotonin and dopamine receptors then keep fucking it kind of rugs. The kind of drugs you see on the news or on vice. Times a thousand. Imagine feeling so good nothing else matters. You're flying atop the clouds, dick hanging out grazing their soft pillowy texture, your long hair rippling in the breeze. Below you the orcas are dancing through the air, calling for you to join them in dance. You refuse because you're so high you ca n't be bothered to even do something else, even in your fantasies. Ahead of you are angels, all with large breasts ready to accept your floating form, yet you refuse them because you feel so goddamn good right now. 
 
 The day I was bit, I'll admit it was n't the best of times. I had a few moments where I'd start drifting into an orgasmic state, but then I'd wake up for a bit and realize I just ate my neighbor. It was n't fun. I ate my entire block before I stopped waking up entirely. For weeks I drifted higher and higher, until I finally reached the mental state I have now. Sure, I'd sometimes get glimpses of real life, feeling a slight itch in my left leg, a cramp in my belly, a loud noise. 
 
 Suddenly I felt something I had n't in years, pain. Severe pain. I was no longer flying but engulfed in darkness. It was n't even darkness, it was more like nothingness. I could n't affect anything around me like I could in my fantasies, I could n't fly anymore. Can I see? When did I go blind? 
 
 My head hurt. I think I fell, I think that's what falling feels like, like water sliding in your skull. I hear something, but it does n't make sense. I can hear them making sounds but I do n't know how to interpret sounds. 
 
 The pain is going away, thank god. The sounds are too. Am I dying? How long has it been? 
 
 This is starting to feel like a long time. Nothing is changing, nothing is happening. 
 
 What? What am I? 
 
 Why am I here? What am I doing? 
 
 I'm still here. 
 
 I'm still here. 
 
 I'm still here. 
 
 I exist. 
 
 I exist. 
 
 I exist. 

