JULY 17, YEAR UNKNOWN The world's no longer what it used to be. The hustle and bustle of human life, the chaos of their existence... all of it has been replaced by a deafening silence and desolation that's haunting in its purity. I am alone. I have been alone for too long. Humans. They've reclaimed their cities, their world. They're the survivors, the victorious species. And I? I am their enemy, their nightmare, a hideous remnant of a time they'd rather forget. They call me a monster, a mindless beast, but that's not true. I can think. I can feel. Pain. Hunger. Loneliness. I am not what they made us out to be. I am a zombie, yes. But I am also the last. The last zombie...
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