[ 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 .

My legs finally give out as I approach the peak of the black mountain, gasping for breath I could hear the screams of the zombie horde as it inevitably got closer. I do n't know why I even bothered to continue struggling at this point. The horde ambushed me earlier in the day and while I was able to avoid becoming a full meal, one of them certainly made a decent breakfast out of my left arm. Perhaps it's just the human condition to confine struggling even though every fiber of your being has given up hope, it had been years since I even spoke to another person or experienced the comforts of what had once been every day life. Exhausted and too dehydrated to even cry in my final moments, I closed my to the auburn sunset and accepted my fate. 
 
 `` Are you okay!?'' Hands shook me awake from what should of been my eternal slumber. My eyes were having trouble adjusting to the darkness but there was no mistaking that voice. Had I finally found another person? 
 
 `` Oh look at the poor dear,'' Chimed a more feminine voice. `` It's a good thing we finally found him, shriveled thing would have gotten lost.'' 
 
 `` Too true, bastard led us on quite the chase though.'' The one standing over me reached out his hand. `` Up you go lad, well get you by a good meal and cold beer before you know it.'' 
 
 I grabbed his icy cold hand and stood level with the man who had saved me. Strangely enough, I no longer felt fatigued and the winter air did n't seem to bother me as it had earlier. I finally made out the decomposing face that stood before me and jumped back in horror. 
 
 The creature let out a barking laugh, `` oh it's been awhile since I've gotten to pop someone's cherry like that, almost forgot how much fun it is. No need to be tense. After all, your one of us now.'' 
 
 Two weeks later I found myself on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Here the party never stops as zombies have no need of sleep. While we can get drunk, hangovers appear to only be experienced by the living. We need to feed but I was the last living human to be found in sometime. Our kind mostly live off of the animals and for whatever reason, the raw flesh of an animal tastes better than any gourmet meal I've ever had. Once a week you need to put in time at the farms or breweries but otherwise your free to party, read those books you never got around to finishing while alive or simply Netflix and chill. If there is a heaven, tell St. Peter I'd rather spend my eternity here.
