Tell me: how did it feel? What is the last thing you remember, if you remember anything? Do you remember the sniffles, the headache, the muscle pains, the lethargy? Do you remember the dizziness? The nausea? Do you remember people being worried for you, and then feeling pity for you, and then being frightened of you?
Don’t bother trying to answer. I know you can’t talk now that you’re a zombie.
I remember. I remember it all because I beat it: my immune system fought off the plague. Barely, but it did. So therefore, I’m the one with the chainsaw.