they don't worry about bills, or office politics, or the weather, or what people think about them.
The parasitic Virus is in control and it has a single purpose. Grow.
It does that by infecting others, and nothing will stand in the way of its single mindedness.
Blow off its legs and it will drag itself with it's arms. Cut off the arms and it will pull itself along with it's chin. Cut its head off, and the will wait till something comes near and try to bite it.
One all consuming goal. Grow.
The person is dead. The zombie is more like a plant. A big, ugly, rotting, shambling, man eatting, plant.
I think it hurts a lot. Like last state of meningitis or something like that. I know the nervous system doesn't work but I still thinks it hurts like hell. And they can't express that feeling of hurt so they just wonder around looking all sloppy. I really think we're doing them a favour by putting them out of their misery.
It's probably like a strange limbo. You fade in and out of conciousness, can't control anything that your body's doing, but you can still see. You see yourself killing innocent people, friends and family, but can't do anything about it. Or: You kind of die, and your body becomes a tool of the virus. That is until somebody kills you.