Howdy!
I'm the sheriff of this here planet, since everyone else is rotting on their very feet.
Well, I guess I'm just the default backup reserve second deputy silver replacement insurance guy then.
Everybody else on earth literally has to die before I get any kind of gravitas or power or desirable attributes...
Sad, but we both know it's true.
Hey, you probably haven't even met me in the outside world, but you'd much rather be reading about a kick-ass zombie-fighter.
Or at least someone who's ambition is a bit more than 'not dying'.
Urgh... I'm sorry, folks, but I'm all there is. It seems like most of the other online survivors deny the apocalypse completely.
Let me ask you, when was the last time someone tweeted 'Zombie just fell over outside! LOL!'? That's right. Never.
Don't you tell me that there's a legal imperative to keep silent on the outbreak... Because there is no goverment.
Say, maybe it's me that's delusional? Maybe I'm only imagining the apocalypse?
Everyone is actually fine, I've just been raised into thinking that they're all out to bite me...
Eureka!... is not the word that spings to mind. I have been infected myself. Hello? First-hand undeniable proof!
Are you even there? Who even reads this? Am I just shouting into the abyss?
No, come on Murray, there are others. You know that. Pull yourself together...
Okay. I'm back.
Playing badminton is really fun, but my gosh it's difficult! Those survivors at that other university were very good!
Even though, to be fair, we did have to fight our way through the horde to get there... they were at home.
Right, I'm tired enough to stop typing now. Oh, what the heck. One last sentence...
Am I even alive?
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