Drug Zombies

Drug zombies are not the living dead. Probably.

These poor creatures were once human, their minds broken by the "best" the drug world had to offer after the Doors Shut.

It's worth noting that natural drugs, ones that have always been around, and are still around now, fell out of favor well before the hedonistic craze that created these retches.

No, it was the rise in designer drugs, most legal in fact, that turned significant portions of the world into slavering fiends. Now, we're left with thousands upon thousands, who knows, maybe millions, of gratification-bent husks.

They are ageless, two generations have come and gone since everything broke down, and these predators still wander empty streets, looking for fresh prey. They look no older, but they do look as haggard as anyone with no regard for hygiene might after wandering homeless for years upon years.

Most are slow, as their motor functions as the connectors in their brains have all but fried. Most can not speak. They appear to be driven only by the basest animal urges: to eat and reproduce.

Any animal, even a human, will eat its own kind if it gets hungry enough. The Drug Zombies do not. Nor will one zombie mate with another.It is in this way that they are most disturbing. They seek out fresh meat, consuming or multiplying as they see fit. It seems then, that these former humans are not part of one new species but one singular living organism.

Though animals will resort to eating their kin if faced with starvation, I've never seen an animal eat pieces of itself. And though most animals prefer to mate within their species, a horse will mate with a donkey.

Either way, new species or a single sentient collective, like a jellyfish, they're no longer human. They can not be. Because if they are, then we're all hopeless murders of women and children.

But who has time to think like that when they're about to be raped or eaten, sometimes both? In a world like this, one scourge is as good as another. We don't have the luxury to pick and choose. You either fight them all equally, or end up in a bad way.

Cheers.