John didn't remember how he got turned into a fucking zombie, he could barely control any of his own actions, but the small part of him that was still there had no hope. Seeing and remembering the looks on Jack's and Abigail's faces about made him wanna go end it, he knew he would never have a peaceful rest as a zombie. Those were all the thoughts he had before being fully turned. His skin now had a light green to it, his eyes were all glossy and dilated completely, drool was leaking out constantly, he was stumbling and nearly falling with each step, and he was roaming around aimlessly. He had no thoughts in his head, he was completely a zombie, all he wanted to do was eat and make more zombies by biting.