I know, I know, I’m getting too close to them.  Either I’m getting braver or just becoming disillusioned with the fear.  Or maybe I’m slowly becoming suicidal.  Anyway, these guys are the worst.  

The smiling ones.  

I know it’s a motor reflex, and I’m sure it has to do with weird hormone imbalances… but the way they instinctively smile when they smell uninfected flesh sends chills.  Yeah, I know, they lack cognitive thought.

But when they smile, it really reminds you that they were people once.

You wonder what made them smile before they were infected.  Love?  Their kids?  A new videogame?  A good grade?  But that doesn’t matter.  Their differences, their uniqueness… it doesn’t matter.  Because when they attack, you shoot.  You shoot them to stay uninfected.  But my uniqueness doesn’t matter anymore either.  There’s only one way to pull a trigger.