Zombies were bad enough, but now we're being invaded from all sides. Up to our necks in blood, body parts, and unanswerable questions….As soon as the realization hit me, I lost my cool. I curled into the fetal position in a pile of blood, offal, and body parts, and froze there. What in the Hell was I becoming that killing was entertaining and satisfying? I don't know how long I was on my side in the remains of my opponents, but the mess was coagulating and getting cold…to say nothing of the smell of sliced-open bowels. There were periodic noises suggesting violence around and about where I was glued to the ground by noxious goop, but I couldn't even raise my face to take a look around. My brain spun around and around, propelled by unanswered questions and abject horror. The person I thought I was - a guy who does what he has to do when the chips are down - had been replaced by someone I didn't know and it made me terribly afraid.

"Frank." Bajali's voice came from behind me after a period of no screams, gunshots, epithets or scrambling feet. "Would you like me to help you get up?" "What have you done to us?" I asked him that because they were the only words I had. "I made us able to survive a world like this one." "Did you think about what it would cost us?" "No, my friend, I only thought to keep everyone alive. I had no time to debate morality."…."I'm not human," I asked, "am I?" "No, Frank. None of us are." "Am I still me?" His breath caught, and I felt the words moving around in his mind, stirring up a miasma of emotions before he said, "I am sorry. I do not know."