No one really knows what happened to all of these people that made them this way. I have always felt that it was a disease of some kind, the way that it spreads. But there are varying degrees of the effects and not all are affected the same way. Some are fast. Well, some were fast. Not many are now. They burned out a while ago. Some are slow. Some appear to be decomposing rapidly while others seem to… hold it together. Some have a degree of rote memory. Some are more graceful than others. They’re all getting kind of sloppy, now, though. I don’t know why it’s always stuck with me, but I was down town for a short time when this was all beginning, and someone had tagged the side of a tall, old building with neon green spray paint, and a neon purple border. It said only one word. “Zombie.”