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Now, like a prisoner of war, I searched for a weak point - the spot where the searchlights or cameras missed and I dug.

I had known I was starting to revert when the Parkinson's like symptoms started to reappear and I found it hard to kick start my body into normal, human motion.  I hid the shuffling gait as best as I could, the creeping catatonia but I knew the condition was returning and that there was no point fighting it.

I saw my people wandering in large, distant herds.  I heard the sound of gunfire and explosions as the humans culled them.  I longed to join them.  I wanted to forget the normality I'd been a part of in the past and rejoined here:  The bright light effect of coming out of a cinema into daylight, the noise, the smells, the sensitivity of touch and above all 'taste.'  I wanted to forget all of these plus the memories of what I'd done to others, who trusted me to be at least 'human.'  The wounds of these half remembered crimes against what I was, was just too much to bear.  I wanted to slip back into the opulent dark of unknowing.  To be without that sharpness of conscience and consciousness, was all I longed for.  I wanted to forget, big time and tonight my opportunity came.  I scrambled under the wire and got away, joining my brothers and sisters of the flesh.  At first they sniffed me, like some new animal but then realised I was still the same underneath.  Soon the zombie army marched on, with me in its midst.  Sorry professor but I must remain true to my calling as you do yours.  You didn't sin against what you were but for me there is no going back and no desire to.  Even now the language centre is going and with it my mind.

"Ugh, snarl, grunt."