there are posters inside peek arms, wanted posters for humans. survivor-killers and death cultists with bounties on their heads. i study them everyday. like the zeds weren't a big enough problem already.one guy here, he says nothing matters anymore, we're all gonna die anyway. we're already in hell, might as well fit in.
i think a lot about what he said. nothing matters anymore.
i think about when i was a zombie. it didn't feel back then like nothing mattered. i wanted to become human again. something about being human mattered so much to me that even my rotten, infected brain could remember it.
life matters. living matters. i want to stay alive. even if i have to kill. even if i have to kill people.
there are a couple of police departments nearby. tomorrow i'm going to go find me a shotgun.
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