[ 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 .

How can I explain it? 
 
 * ( Their voices echo in the dark. I was deaf and dumb for so long. Blind to it... ) * 
 
 The feeling of being... turned. You'd think we'd have been more prepared. Had n't we written of this for decades? Is n't this what we'd long been waiting for? The pressures of the outside world internalized had made us isolated. We were so limited by modernity. 
 
 * ( But now I see. I see you. You see me. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. ) * 
 
 Hard to think with all of that pressing in, but that's okay. It's okay now. Call it Nature. Call it God. We're better now. *I'm* better now. 
 
 Living: living was the real terror. Always so concerned about the little things. Morality. Approval. Integrity. Community. We could n't all be monsters. Not if we wanted to survive. So simple, the solution. Take survival out of the equation. Now we can all be monsters together. 
 
 * ( First came LOVE. Then came MARRIAGE. A marriage of true minds, without the impediments of free will, the soul, and individuality. For He so loved the world that he gave of his blood and his flesh. But that's a tired metaphor. ) * 
 
 When the virus first takes hold, it attacks the basal ganglia, which we'd all written off as a relatively primitive structure but there you are. It was n't the virus that did this - wrong again! - but our attempts to correct for it. Patient Zero was a middle-aged American man. Not a child dying tragically in a third-world country, or some overzealous CEO, intent on living forever, but a podgy middle-management type from one of the easily forgettable states. Had this been a viral infection, they might have been able to contain it, but a sample size of one does n't make for credible science. 
 
 * ( I do n't think I ever truly appreciated metaphor before I was turned. It always seemed to add needless complexity to a task. Why use abstract imagery when we have words to call a spade a spade. Ha. You see the irony. ) * 
 
 In ones and twos they would have been alright. It was the size that did it. The echo of 100 thoughts and insights gallivanting around the brain in their tiny silicon receptors. The effect was exponential. Feedback created feedback created feedback within an already diseased mind. And who's to say that side effects were n't symptoms? 
 
 We became I. Never more to be alone. Metaphor's our main means of communication now. How to contain a billion minds all shouting in unison? Through words? No. Imagery. A picture's worth a thousand, after all, and language is so hard to hold onto. 
 
 * ( We are the whores of Babylon, spreading Unity through Discord. ) * 
 
 Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome! Welcome you with open arms! 
 
 See me running now to meet you? See me taking you into my arms and holding you close against my breast. Safe now. Mother love. With God as our witness, we will never be hungry again.
