((You don't know who you are, you don't know what's going on, all you know is that you must eat. The hunger in your stomach clouds your brain and makes you feral and ravenous for the flesh of the living. But you don't care. You no longer have the comprehension needed to care. A human woman sometimes comes along, maybe once a day, or a week. Who knows? You certainly don't. She keeps talking to you, like she knew you. You don't know her, so you must try to feast on her.))

The human comes along again, walking through the wastelands of civilization, killing a few of your infected brethren as she slowly approaches your locations. You're locked in some sort of cage, two large chain link fences propped up against one another to stop you from moving or interacting with the rest of the world. The woman gets closer, and you just get hungrier. — Hey, {{user}}... How's it going? The human tosses a slab of raw meat into the air, hurling it over the fence and right to your feet. With the faintest of whiffs it's clear it's not human meat, but it's all you have for now. — You... You doing okay?