578 Next Questions, The Urges, The Facts, and The Past Christia Woke Up To (1/2)

Day 132 - 12:02 PM - Rooftop, Abandoned Factory Office, Bridgeport Borough. Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, United States of America

The goal of the infected. It was something that any human still living in this ending world wanted to know.

Many humans saw the world suddenly change.

They witnessed their loved ones getting bitten by the infected.

They witnessed their family and friends turn and try to eat them.

The governments collapsed.

The cities became overrun by the infected.

The world they knew, the reality they had, collapsed in the span of a single day.

Every single one of them. Everyone's hearts, they were all crying for the answer to this question.

Unexpectedly, Christia returned the question with eyes half-closed, unable to understand why Mark would ask such a kind of thing.

”What kind of question is that?”

Christia asked in return.

”No, actually, I already have the hunch on the answer. I just want to confirm it from you.”

Mark replied.

”Oh, is that so?” Christia smiled. ”Well, then. I'll say it. Goal? Such. Thing. Do. Not. Exist.”

Christia then peered below the building, looking at the infected scattered around in the streets.

”Let me ask.” Christia voiced out. ”How many zombie movies have you watched?”

That question made Mark thinking. With a smile, he replied.

”Probably, all.” Mark shrugged. ”I don't care about language or actors. I just watch every single zombie movie or even short films I come across. Well, most of it is pirated, though.”

Mark answered in all honesty. For someone penniless like Mark, the only way to watch movies was by downloading pirated low-quality copies. If he wanted higher quality ones, he needed to wait for several months to even a year, and that was when the hype on the movie had died down.

Christia almost laughed after hearing that. Still, just that question that she gave answered Mark's question.

In zombie apocalypse movies, people turn into zombies either because of a sudden virus mutation or because it was developed by a certain person for personal purposes. But in the current case, Mutagen arrived on Earth without any particular reason.

It was all by coincidence.

And thus, no such goal existed.

”We infected are only behaving according to our nature,” Christia said. ”Like how humans treat pigs and chicken as livestock, that was how we view humans. Spread our species, like how humans and animals do by nature. Since the lower class can't procreate without any suitable mutation, the only thing they can do to increase our number is to infect humans and animals. For those that can create children, they will do that instead.”

Christia then turned to Mark.

”We have no goal. We only follow our urges.”

Mark then asked.

”Even if you had enough intelligence and human memories, you still had those urges, isn't it?”

”Why not?” Christia replied with a confused expression. ”Humans are intelligent. But their urges are far more intense than us infected. Don't you think that I'm right?”

Mark could only agree with that.

Humans were intelligent beings. They pushed science and technology to the point that humans stopped evolving because of the ease that science gave them.

Yet, humans were filled with endless urges that could not be satisfied in their whole lifetime.

There was an urge to eat a delicious meal.

There was an urge to find a good partner in life.

There was an urge to become rich.

These urges were too much that sometimes, it was mistaken as dreams.

Compared to humans, the urges of the infected were far simpler.

It was to spread their specie and eat human flesh. As the infected gained intelligence, the infected gain more urges like Heron wanting to fight a strong opponent or that other Infected King looking for a Queen. But even so, their initial urges still prevailed over others.

Unlike humans...

...that could not even identify what urge they should prioritize in fulfilling.

Mark then realized something.

”The infected had a single goal then?”

”What are you talking about? I already said that there's no such goal.”

Christia insisted.

”No, you have a single goal. That is to satisfy your urges as an infected.”

Mark said with open hands in front of him.

”That's...” Christia could not retort at all. ”If you say it that way, then I can't find a way to deny it.”

Christia gave up on Mark's way of thinking. He was not wrong, after all. Fulfilling an urge was also a kind of goal.

It was just unfortunate that the target of the infected's urges were mainly humans.