The New World Order

Let’s be honest, it’s always better to be the zombie in a zombie apocalypse. Less worries of being eaten alive and all that.

The apocalypse wasn’t the end of the world, it was just the beginning of a new one. A new world where my once fellow humans are trying to blow my head off any chance they can get that is.
I find it quite rude actually. I mean, I can’t blame them but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. And to think I was in school to save human lives… ha.
Human. How I wish I was one again but at the same time I’m happy I’m not.

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1. How I Ended up Here

The apocalypse wasn’t the end of the world, it was just the beginning of a new one. A new world where my once fellow humans are trying to blow my head off any chance they can get that is.

I find it quite rude actually. I mean, I can’t blame them but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. And to think I was in school to save human lives… ha.

Human. How I wish I was one again but at the same time I’m happy I’m not.

Let’s be honest, it’s always better to be the zombie in a zombie apocalypse. Less worries of being eaten alive and all that.

Personally though, before everything went to hell I always thought that I’d be a survivor. I wanted be like Daryl Dixon, aka a badass zombie slayer. But I guess I’ll settle for being like ‘R’ instead. It’s whatever.

You see when I believed I’d be a human in all of this back in the day, I imagined myself expertly avoiding whatever disease that would cause it due to my knowledge in medicine and health. I never thought it would be my knowledge in medicine and health that would ultimately CAUSE me to turn into whatever this is.

The most disappointing part of all of this though is just how I became infected. There was no epic battle, no me sacrificing myself for the greater good, nothing. I got sneezed on. SNEEZED ON.

Check it, so like when the whole outbreak was happening, I was in the hospital as a medical student in my third year of med school, on my way to becoming a surgeon. I, being the caring person that I am, offered to work double shifts to help keep up with the overwhelming influx of patients, aka now my new found zombie friends. Of course no one knew at the time. Halfway through the Friday before I went all... yeah, I was changing the IV drip for a man. He gave me a sad smile as I put the new needle in and cleaned up. Feeling sorry for the man, I grabbed his hand and faced him, giving him a reassuring smile.

And he sneezed. All over my face. APPARENTLY I did something wrong in my life to be turned by something so...lame. I’m still actually very embarrassed by it all.

So let’s not talk about it anymore, thanks.

Now let’s get something else straight real quick. When I say zombies, I don’t mean undead, rotting, moaning corpses, (corpsi?) whatever. We are none of that. Without going into the exact sciency part of it, it’s a virus that attacks all parts of the brain. The virus makes it so you can’t recognize the thing you are attacking is a human, instead all you see is red. You become super violent and it drives you to be incredibly hungry. All of your senses are heightened constantly and any higher functions such as thinking, social interaction and skills or fine motor functions, are suppressed. Like all viruses, it wants to spread so to do so it forces your body to stop emitting pheromones. Since all of your senses are heightened, you can now smell pheromones, meaning if you do, it’s a healthy person and you can’t help but to attack. If the person survives, the virus spreads and the victim is now infected. This prevents all of the infected from attacking and killing each other which would ultimately kill off the virus itself.

But then there is me. Naturally I'm the outlier who messes up the curve or the standard deviation.

The first epidemic, the very same one I was infected in, was over three years ago. For the first two years, I was a typical infected dud exhibiting all the symptoms and behaviours. But after that, I… I don’t know, like, I started being able to form thoughts again. At first it was simple ones that made little to no sense at all but as the months passed I gain more and more cognitive ability and reclaimed my fine motor skills.

Four months back I thought I was human again, thinking maybe the virus had a life span and finally died off.

But...that’s not exactly the case.

I wanted to test my theory so I packed up and searched for a survivor camp.

Looking back I really wish I never had found one.

When I got up to their gates I just looked like an average survivor with above average looks (HA) and when I told them about my medical experience, they let me in.

On a serious note I want to make it clear I am not proud of what I did. I lied to them, saying I was never infected, assuming it didn’t matter since I thought I was cured. I stayed in a room with two other women who were nothing but kind to me and I truly believed within moments I was going to be able to make a life for myself there.

The reality is I lasted less than a week. A few days in my senses became incredibly heightened again. I couldn't recognize anyone even moments after meeting them and my hunger...it grew intense. And I...I ignored it. Ignored it all.

By day 5 everything turned red and…

There were families there. Children.

And I destroyed it all. The camp became overrun within a day and there were no survivors.

My name is Phoenix Alexandria Mazce and today marks the one year and five months since I became the questionable gray space between being human or a zombie. It f-ing sucks.


 

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