[ 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 .

I do n't know when it happened. The virus was so infectious that you could come into contact with contaminants hundreds of times a day. Air, water, food, nothing was safe. 
 
 We started as seven living in sterile isolation. The last of them had turned 43 days ago, and without anyone else I was struggling. 
 
 Every clean-up was followed by the same meticulous procedure: suit up, flesh disposal, bleaching. We all had a role, so every time someone turned it got tougher for those left behind. 
 
 When we were tired we made mistakes. Recent losses had led to 20-hour stretches inside the suits. A rip in the suit for 3 minutes was enough. 
 
 I do n't know when it happened but for the last 43 days I had been waiting. My last friend on earth had turned in a mess of blood - pouring from her nose, her mouth, her eyes. She sat in the safe room for days, spending more and more time glazed, slack and unmoving. I did n't dare go in to comfort her; we both knew what was happening. 
 
 After the final clean-up the days stretched out endlessly. No hope of rescue, counting down the days until the end. 30 years of recycled air, bleach, isolation. 
 I felt the first symptoms twitch in my stomach as I stared out over the wastes. Taking my place in the safe room I counted my time - 7 days. 
 
 I felt only relief. 

