Humanz Series by Igor Ljubuncic

We know that we pose a threat to humanity. But so does every person with a common cold stepping into a metro on their way to work in the morning. We don’t ask to be hailed as heroes, or the next evolutionary step in human life, because we sure aren’t that. We just ask for the same fair treatment any patient gets, no matter what their disease might be.The humans call us zombies. We call ourselves humanz. Tacky, isn’t it?And we demand equal rights.This is our story.

Carefully, I removed the thick syringe from its satchel. The liquid inside was almost colorless. Without hesitation, I pressed the needle against my abdomen, letting it puncture the flesh, another point in a neat field of tiny dots. I couldn't really feel the methanal coursing through my body, but I knew the dead muscles were soaking it up, revitalizing, shaking a stubborn, scornful fist at death. The sensation was one of gentle bliss... moreCarefully, I removed the thick syringe from its satchel. The liquid inside was almost colorless. Without hesitation, I pressed the needle against my abdomen, letting it puncture the flesh, another point in a neat field of tiny dots. I couldn't really feel the methanal coursing through my body, but I knew the dead muscles were soaking it up, revitalizing, shaking a stubborn, scornful fist at death. The sensation was one of gentle bliss. It wasn't physical, but my brain was working hard to imbue my humanz reason with pleasure.I once despised Kevin and his order for their drug habits.Now, I was one of the Junkies, and shame eluded me.There's no shame in the desire to live. less