Hey...
I decided not to.
I came to the conclusion that I'll be fine unless this happens regularly...
A three strike policy.
My existance as a guinea pig is relatively more important than endangering my (actually ridiculously safe) flatmates.
All I need to do is make sure my door is closed when I go to sleep.
But my door is usually closed, so that's no big deal...
Everything will be okay. I know how to prevent this from happening again. I just need to remain indoors and not over-exert myself.
To be honest, I'm confident that this was a one off.
The nurse today said that this kind of thing had happened before, it was just kept secret from most survivors so as to stop distrust.
Err... I don't know if I should have told you that...
Right, um, delete that last bit. Like, mentally erase everything on this line and above.
Perfect!
Everybody trusts other survivors right? Good.
Recently, I have been considering why the infected don't attack animals. What's stopping them?
Since yesterday, when there was a lone mallard duck wandering about amongst the undead just outside our front door, it's been bugging me.
Out there, surrounded by salivating rotting cannibals, birds just ignore them, and the zombies don't go after the birds either!
Now, I don't know about you, but if I were a starving resurrectee, grabbing a nearby bit of waddling meat would make sense...
Not that I am an undead...
O...of course I'm not infected!
Wh...wh...what gave you th...that idea? Uh, I, um, have... to... go... now...
REMAIN INDOORS