Looking at the sunny sky, I felt a sense of peace. Being the last known survivor in a world otherwise completely overtaken by the zombies, teleporting to this zombie free world from the year 2100 felt like a blessing. I felt overwhelmed, overwhelmed with happiness, with relief and with a sense of safety. Feeling optimistic, I took a step ahead, a step towards my new life, when suddenly I fell down. Crying with pain, I looked at my leg, only to see my flesh rotting around a wound. A scratch wound, left by a zombie only a few days ago. As the flesh of my leg started to rot faster, and the craving for flesh started to overtake me, I realised, that all along, it had been me. It was I who was the first zombie, the one who started this apocalypse and doomed the humanity.
