Hate is a foul thing. It leaves a horrific taste in one's mouth. A taste comparable to rotten flesh. A taste I am oddly familiar with. I taste this as I hear the screaming--- as I rush towards it. Shambling mounds of flesh attack a small group of survivors. I gag as I taste them. I always hated this taste. I scream out, not a word, just a yelp. The beasts turn to me. They stand up perfectly straight. The newborn zombies stumble to their feet and copy the others. They don't attack. They just stare. I found this disturbing, but deep down, I knew it made sense. I walked over to one of the newborn zombies. She looked to have been only a child. I felt bad for her, but there was nothing to do now. She had already turned.
I hear I quiet moan. I turn around. I now find myself surrounded by dozens of other zombies. They smell horrendous. I have to do my best not to gag. But...
This all makes sense. It's how I survived this long, and deep down, I knew. I've been bitten before, but survived. I've been torn apart, thought to be dead, but I came back. I think it's time for me to do some explaining.
Before the world went to hell, I was an outcast. I was never strong or smart, not to mention how hideous I always was. I was a very violent child though. I would regularly lash out, punching and kicking and biting and screaming with all I had. I threw what little weight I had at everything, yet it got me nowhere. Violence doesn't mean strength. No matter how much fight you have in you, you may always still be physically weak. So I learned to be quiet. I learned to stop drawing attention to myself. I learned to let things go. I learned to drop any and all hate. But now?
Now I have an army. An army of millions, if not billions. A hive mind. A hive mind that I can control. I can finally do what I've always wanted to do. I can finally get my revenge. I can finally be respected, and if not respected, feared. Either works. The safe haven could fend off up to two hundred zombies at once, but no more. They'd be dead by dawn if I attacked now. Is this truly what I wanted though? To kill those who remained? They were innocent. They were scared. They may have only been using me, but they never did anything that warranted their demise. And is it really fair of me to fight back now that I have power? I wasn't exactly lying in wait. I learned my place in the world. Docile. Harmless. Tame. Yes, this was my destiny. The infected stood around me like mannequins and I knew what to do. I would keep them here. I wouldn't let them move. I would force them all to starve.