[ 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 was 
 
 **Cold** 
 
 though I was in the thrill of the hunt and so could not feel it. The meat had tripped, its ankle snapping, the sound crisp, cutting into my mind, a most satisfying noise. My mouth watered, drool falling in splats around my shambling feet. 
 
 *pop pop pop* 
 
 I felt myself pushed back. I had no sense of feeling, pain, or balance, and I really could n't see. I walked like a drunk man, with an altered purpose. I was just hungry, SO hungry. The man unceremoniously pointed at his head and I heard the pop once more. His body sputtered before settling to a periodic twitch. It had died. 
 Curious. I wished it was always this easy. 
 
 I hunkered down on the body, tearing away the victim's shirt, exposing the soft belly beneath. The way the skin shone, healthy and supple, was almost sensual, the closest I could come to the concept of intimacy. I moaned in anticipation and dug in. 
 
 **Flesh. ** 
 
 *The tender meat, the juicy innards. They flow through me, revitalizing me. So moist. The muscle. Fat. I can not taste, but there is so much more than taste as my mouth fills with the rich meats within. * 
 
 **Blood** 
 
 *Rivulets of red run through my chin, my hands, my chest. It is hot against my dead skin. It is so much, and some even pumps out, as if though the heart was still beating. It could almost make mine beat again. 
 Where have the ages gone, in that cloud of decay and loneliness? I am no longer wandering in hunger and confusion, frustrated that they will not let me experience what it is to be alive, to commune through the taste of their bodies, wanton in their warmth. 
 So much to consume. The warmth is fading! No, do not fade. Let me be warm a little more... just a little more... please, the warmth is all I have... * 
 
 **Cold** 
 
 *It is no longer tasty. The fetid meat is tough. The congealed blood is tepid. Why ca n't a meal last longer? It's SO FRUSTRATING!! * 
 
 The hunger is endless, and flesh is life. Not sustenance, but the reason. There is no question, no fate, no choice but 
 
 **Flesh**. 
 
 I can not find flesh, and the body at my feet is dead and 
 
 **Cold**. 
 
 I want the warmth so badly it hurts. I moan in frustration and begin to walk, hoping to find new meat to fill me. 
 
 I hear a scream in the distance. I moan in pleasure, and begin to walk toward it. I drool in anticipation of a new communion. I hear others join me. They join me in the hunt for 
 
 **Flesh. ** 
 
 Edit: some spacing issues.
