[ 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 .

[ note: I'm going to cheat here and not be the last human on earth, sorry! ] 
 
 As one board came loose from the window frame, I pushed it back with all my strength, trying desperately to think of a better plan. A more long-term plan. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew already that this was going to go badly. Stinking dead hands scrabbled at the other side of the board, and then another board was pushed loose. Why the hell did I think the house would be secure like this? As I grasped for the second board, I lost the battle over the first one. Now would be a good time to run. Now *would have been* a good time to run, but the moment was gone already, a sudden grip on my upper arm held me just for a second as another hand took a hold of my hair, another the back of my shirt. I turned to see Francie's horrified face. Bless her sweet heart, I saw her move to get me. Damn it Francie, ca n't you see it's already too late? I screamed at the top of my voice, **'' *RUN! *'' ** as strong hands pulled me back through the window and all I knew was growling and darkness and the stench of death. 
 
 `` Maybe it wo n't be too bad'', I thought, `` maybe it will be over quickly''. Oh but it was bad. They tore into every part of my body and the pain was unrelenting. I screamed, not so much from the pain as from the fear that it would continue, that it would get worse. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dark I saw my own blood spurting, my own intestines being pulled away. It was disgusting and yet dear to me, my physical self being torn apart before my streaming eyes. From the bites of the zombies I felt a heat, a burning sensation through my veins and my nerves, exploding into white light as it spread to my brain, and I thought at any second that I would be gone, replaced with a ravening monster. 
 
 Instead came a clarity so overwhelming it turned my mind inside out. I was not dead yet, nor did I have to be. The zombie bites had brought me to the point of death, and here I felt I had a choice, to die or not to die. But the nature of the choice surprised me. As my consciousness broke free of my body I saw the world as it was, just one world among all possibilities, branching through time. I perceived all the dimensions we humans stumble through without seeing. But I could go back. I tried to force my perception back into my eyes, my clumsy meat eyes, but as I looked at the spurting gore I could see the atoms, the magnetic fields, a bewildering dance of matter which sparkled and spun before me. It was unbelievably beautiful. 
 
 And then I thought of Francie, the person most dear to me in all the world. Her soul was suffering, a slave to her physical impulses, trapped by the fear of death and tortured by the loss of me and all others she loved. I could n't leave her here. So I brought myself into focus, and began to move. My physical body was awkward now, I could hardly control it. I could see it in the past and all the futures, and I had to keep bringing myself to the present, reminding myself of what time was like before I saw through the illusion. This was the gift of the zombies, giving me the power to move my old body even now. I tried to call out to Francie but working my vocal chords was too complex a task. I could manage only a rough growl. Never mind. I'm coming for you, Francie. I will free you from your flesh and feast on it, and then you and I will go out into the world and free everyone else.
