I don't completely understand what happened, and I was the one that it happened to. But I can attempt to explain what I know of it.
The creatures that the townspeople turned into are something that I've heard of before, but to both myself and Agent Washington they were always just something in stories. They're called "Zombies," and the cause of their condition varies depending on who's telling the story: some say that it's a parasite or virus, others say magic, and others say it's the act of an angry god or a force of nature.
Whatever the cause is, the rest of the story remains fairly consistent: The people afflicted are essentially dead, they're driven only by a strange hunger for the flesh of people who are still alive, anyone who is bitten by one will gradually become one, and the only way to eliminate them is to destroy the brain.
Those last two items are why after I had been attacked, I didn't bother requesting medical attention and asked Agent Washington to just kill me instead.
And that's where...
[Here come the tears.]
I'm so conflicted! I was killed, and yet I've never felt so grateful for anything in my entire life! And Jamie, he was there too, and he kept his hand on my shoulder, I could feel it right up to the point when I couldn't feel anything at all.
I've never felt so cared for. To me it felt more like love than a moral obligation or a common courtesy, and yet when I spoke with him just before coming here he acted like it was nothing!
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The creatures that the townspeople turned into are something that I've heard of before, but to both myself and Agent Washington they were always just something in stories. They're called "Zombies," and the cause of their condition varies depending on who's telling the story: some say that it's a parasite or virus, others say magic, and others say it's the act of an angry god or a force of nature.
Whatever the cause is, the rest of the story remains fairly consistent: The people afflicted are essentially dead, they're driven only by a strange hunger for the flesh of people who are still alive, anyone who is bitten by one will gradually become one, and the only way to eliminate them is to destroy the brain.
Those last two items are why after I had been attacked, I didn't bother requesting medical attention and asked Agent Washington to just kill me instead.
And that's where...
[Here come the tears.]
I'm so conflicted! I was killed, and yet I've never felt so grateful for anything in my entire life! And Jamie, he was there too, and he kept his hand on my shoulder, I could feel it right up to the point when I couldn't feel anything at all.
I've never felt so cared for. To me it felt more like love than a moral obligation or a common courtesy, and yet when I spoke with him just before coming here he acted like it was nothing!
Is my perception really that abnormal?