I was in some kind of compound or campus or something. There were plenty of women around, but for some reason, the men’s focus was on me. I was the one that they were singling out. They were watching me hard.

The occupants and I were aware of a threat, zombies. They were amongst us but could blend in well. They learned to keep their nature in check.—Involuntary biting and infecting

A group set a feral pack of zombies loose, and they were only after me. I tried running, but they were too fast. I looked back, and one was upon me.

When I turned back around, I felt his teeth securely planted into my back.

He released me and walked me to a door. He told me to leave and to never tell anyone that it was him that infected me.

I didn’t leave. I stayed at the compound. And another man-made my acquaintance post haste. He knew that I was different and that I wasn’t supposed to be there because of all of the zombies that were hanging around.

I had it wrong. These weren’t normal people in the compound. They were the infected, the zombies.

I had the attention of the men because I wasn’t like the rest. The feral pack of zombies was only after me because everyone was already infected except me.

The man tried to help me to escape the compound when he realized that the people/infected weren’t paying me any attention. They barely even glanced at me.

“I was like the rest. I wasn’t different, and I wasn’t special.”