Hola!
I can't physically do sit ups. What the hell.
It's almost like my abs aren't there!
Christ... I hate my body so much. Too much fat, not enough muscle, horrible, unspeakable skin, weird spine...
All the shit stuff.
Now, I know what you're thinking... "Hey Murray, why does this matter if there are deadly zombies outside?"
That's a good question. One that I can't exactly answer. I guess I just have a lot of time to think. About unimportant crap.
So, yeah. Now you can kinda visualise me as a freak, let's talk about something else.
There are a few rumors flying around on the wireless saying that the undead might die of starvation...
Oh, wouldn't that be nice. This isn't the 28 Days Later universe! These zombies don't need food... They just love biting.
Pfft... Starving the undead... Whatever next! (Marmalade for lunch?)
Those irresponsible broadcast bastards are speading unfounded hope. Sure it's nice now, but think about it...
How will survivors feel in 10 years when there are just as many zombies around? Exploited and used and disappointed.
I don't know about you, but I thought since a shitey chemical wiped out the vast majority of the human race, we might change.
No, no. Apparently we're still being fed lies just like the good old days! Thanks, News Apocalyptia, thanks a lot!
Kind of you to raise everyone's spirits for a week so we can all have a massive comedown that lasts a lifetime!
It's ridiculous... But hey, it's not the end of the world. That's already happened.
Now, time to check the locks, turn off the lights, switch off the poison sockets and try to get some sleep!
Goodnight, survivor! Sweet dreams!
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