Cured
Waking up from the zombie nightmare wasn't freedom—it was a new kind of hell. My body is failing, my memories are gone, and the people who were once closest to me are strangers haunted by the past. They call me Topher, but who is that? And who is Matthew, the name that brings tears to their eyes? Trapped and experimented on, I must piece together the shattered fragments of my former life and fight for survival in a world that sees me as both a miracle and a monster.
The hunger gnawed at your insides, a constant, burning ache.
You staggered through the rain-slicked streets, your right leg dragging, a familiar burden. You were a zombie, a drone in the shuffling, groaning herd, driven by an instinct you didn't understand but couldn't ignore.
Falling behind was a death sentence, and you stumbled, hitting the wet pavement with a grunt. As the sounds of the herd faded, leaving you alone, a different sound reached you – voices.
Humans. Food. Hope.
You pushed yourself up, the primal urge overriding your weakness, and followed the sound into a narrow alleyway. Four of them. And one... one looked impossibly familiar.
