A Savage Summer

The last thing I told the scientists was, "I'm ready."

This was before the injection. Before the fever sweats. Before the lucid dreams that felt too true to be real. By the time they end, I feel breathless and down on my luck.

But progress, they say, must always come first.

When an exposure test reveals that I am immune to the zombies' aggressions, it quickly becomes apparent that I may be more important in the fight to reclaim my world than ever.

With the eyes of the world upon me, I realize what I must do.

I must journey beyond these walls, and fight to reclaim everything that was taken from me.  Even if I die trying.