The Good Samaritan Zombies

The funny thing is that you know what you're talking about when the Good Samaritan Zombie subject pops up between you zombies, when you actually find another zombie.
  On May 2nd, last year, you were in San Francisco. The city amazed you and you were in awe with everything. The blue sky in contrast with the gleaming and sparkling buildings, the silvery blue bay, the Golden Gate Bridge stretching like a finger, spanning Golden Gate and far away, the ghostly shape of Alcatraz, reminding everyone where once where held dangerous criminals. Its site is now visited by tourists every year. You went to visit when you arrived in the city. It was weird and creepy, seeing those little cells where the criminals were held. You only had to do three or four steps and you were already on the other side of the cell.
  At that time you tried to find other zombies and you succeeded. Only, the thing you didn't know was that you've found the GS Zombies (Good Samaritan). They brought you to an abandoned church they used as headquarters. You didn't know anything about them and you were a newly turned zombie, you felt relieved to have found other ones who could help you, make you understand things. They were all going off on how this was God's punishment and that to redeem themselves every zombie has to pray and try to do good things for the society. Try to take away the bad things in our world by what we do. They called themselves God's Act Group, which spelled GAG for their acronym. (Yeah, they didn't see what it spelled out as acronym.) They decided to start eating the criminals, which miraculously made the criminality rate in the city diminish. But still, you thought they were crazy Christians who worshipped God. Crazy fanatics. They even had a zombie-priest! But still you stayed with them for awhile because there was this zombie girl and you thought maybe it won't bother you about their GAG; You were wrong about her, though, you realized quickly.
  "You guys really take this stuff seriously, don't you?" you ask the girl, Samantha. She's sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. She looks up and smiles sadly, as if you are stupid and retarded for even asking.
  "Of course. We all did something to be punished by God's wrath. We all must try and redeem ourselves and do well, any way we can." She looks at you intensely, urging you to understand. She stands up and comes closer to you, her dead eyes locked on yours and bugging out of her head. "We have to pray. And what we're doing is GOOD! This was a sign, don't you see? This is our way to make well in our world." She takes you by the shoulders and shakes you a little. That's when you realized she was as crazy as the others.
  "O-kay." You take a few steps backward, getting out of her reach. She blinks a few times, as if she was in a trance. She smooths back her black hair and smiles timidly.
  "Sorry," she giggles nervously, "got carried away a bit." She goes back to the table and looks through the newspaper again and rips off a page, folds it in quarters and tucks it in her jean's waistband. You instantly know what it means; they're going hunting- you mean, acting on God's will- for another criminal.
  "You want to come with?" she asks you but you know it's only out of friendliness. They don't really want you with them until you made your promise and vow to serve God's will for Zombies. They really were strong believers that this entire prion thing has a purpose. So you shake your head "no" and head out of the kitchen, into the badly lit halls, toward your room. You think about packing and just sneaking out of this place while they're off searching for the criminal. You think if you stay too long with these zombies you'll turn out to be exactly like them. You don't really want that. These zombies are exactly like Eric, they remind you of him. It's not a good thing though. You still have the image of him tearing into that girl at the park, all bloody, burned into your mind.
  Their refuge is an abandoned church. The church burned down a couple of years ago they say, but the edifice survived. The people didn't see the point in restoring the church after the fire and they just left it like it was, just a black skeleton among white houses. The GAG- it still makes you laugh every time you think of the acronym- decided it was the perfect place for them.
  They redid the whole interior so it would be suitable for them. They changed it all up and created new rooms and spaces. The kitchen is all chrome and steal and shiny metal so it's easier to clean after a meal. There are rooms for the GAG members and spare rooms for visitor or soon to be members. The halls are still under construction. They are badly lit and the walls are damp and stained, some stains colored red from the meals that tried and succeeded to escape the kitchen, but they were always found.
  You are spacing in your room, deciding on whether to stay or leave these bunch of crazies. It's the first time you've found a respectable sized zombie group, but on the other hand, they are God fanatics who try to put a purpose and make it okay to kill people, even if they are criminals. At least you don't try to make up excuses for killing. You know you do it, you know it's wrong and you accept that fact. There's nothing you can do about it. You try to feed on once a week, not more, to stay in control and don't kill off dozens of people because of your bloodlust. You feed to keep the rest of the population safe from yourself, but you don't try to disguise your killing as God's will or whatever. You're not even sure about God either. Before, you might have believed in him, a bit or didn't really ask yourself about it. But now, where is God when people are turning into living dead?  
  It strikes you at once. You can't be with these zombies. There's no way! You gather the little belongings you have and stuff them in your duffle bag and sneak out of your room. Most of the zombies are out, probably surprise-attacking the new criminal they've chosen.
  When you're finally out of the church, you head to the nearest train station and buy yourself a thicket to the nearest big city. You sigh, relieved to be leaving that crazy place behind you. You think there should be an ad online to beware Samaritan Zombies, an ad for the newly turned zombies out there.
So this is your notice for new zombies out there: BEWARE OF THE SAMARITAN ZOMBIES!