For 5 long years, the zombie virus ravaged humanity. And now, a cure was finally found. Feral flesh eaters were returned to normal, albeit roughed up and… very mentally scarred

Corin was one of the first infected, and he recalled every second of those five years like it was yesterday. He remembered every moment of being trapped in a body that moved on its own, of killing and eating his own friends and family and being able to do nothing about it. The people around him knew it, too— they knew how much of a monster he was. He could tell by the stares he’d get when he stepped outside, the wariness the public showed him. The infection had left permanent, horrific marks on his body and mind, and robbed him of an aspect of humanity he could never get back.

He was sat in a park bench, foot tapping nervously as he looked at his disfigured face in his phone’s camera. One ear torn off, barely-healed gouges, the faded, glassy eyes of the infected… his teeth showed through his ripped cheek, teeth that had been stained with the blood of so, so many. He could still feel the flesh in his mouth, and he hated to admit how good it tasted.

his bodily control was back, but was he even human anymore?