Zombies were bad enough, but now we’re being invaded from all sides. Up to our necks in blood, body parts, and unanswerable questions…
…As soon as the realization hit me, I lost my cool. I curled into the fetal position in a pile of blood, offal, and body parts, and froze there. What in the Hell was I becoming that killing was entertaining and satisfying?
I don’t know how long I was on my side in the remains of my opponents, but the mess was coagulating and getting cold… to say nothing of the smell of sliced-open bowels. There were periodic noises suggesting violence around and about where I was glued to the ground by noxious goop, but I couldn’t even raise my face to take a look around. My brain spun around and around, propelled by unanswered questions and abject horror.
The person I thought I was—a guy who does what he has to do when the chips are down—had been replaced by someone I didn’t know and it made me terribly afraid.
“Frank.” Bajali’s voice came from behind me after a period of no screams, gunshots, epithets or scrambling feet. “Would you like me to help you get up?”
“What have you done to us?” I asked him that because they were the only words I had.
“I made us able to survive a world like this one.”
“Did you think about what it would cost us?”
“No, my friend, I only thought to keep everyone alive. I had no time to debate morality.”…
…“I’m not human,” I asked, “am I?”
“No, Frank. None of us are.”
“Am I still me?”
His breath caught, and I felt the words moving around in his mind, stirring up a miasma of emotions before he said, “I am sorry. I do not know.”
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