The Other Side of Things

I always wondered what being dead... Well, one of them was like. And now I'm getting an inkling as my mortal life slips away. I was bitten yesterday afternoon, and now my whole arm is turning a green-ish gray. It's numb, and that numbness is... Consuming me. It's... Eating me. I've felt it's touch... Felt it grow. And it consumed me. Death will slay with them. Beware. As I feel my ragged breathing turns into a low pant, almost a moan. I haul myself to my feet, stumble into what was the living room. I see my wife sprawled out on the floor, and one of them is already eating. I crouch down, and rip off a piece of her. I place it in my mouth and began to chew. The other one of them doesn't pay much attention to me. It tastes good. I keep eating more, but my stomach never fills. I never got tired and finally there was nothing left on her. We both rise to our feet, and stumble out the front door. My jaw goes slack, and I sigh, but only a moan escapes my lips. I don't really care. I'm too hungry. Me and it stumble along the street, in search of something to eat. As I realize I've become one of them, I notice it's very different on the other side of things.