Hiding. Always.
I guess I'm just always hiding. That's why I'm still alive. If you can even call me 'alive'.
Just stay inside, avoid responsibility, don't draw attention, shy away from humiliation, never take risks...
Urgh... I'm sorry for hiding from the world, but hey, let me tell you. Those jocks got bit fucking fast.
So, do I want to be 'normal' and infected, or an immature remain indoors weirdo and 'alive'... Catch 22?
This apocalypse is getting so fucking boring...
There are so many zombies out there, and... I'm almost pressured to become one... Ridiculous!
Everyone on Earth loses higher cognitive function, and I'M the one missing out?!
Life like this makes me want to die.
Little depressed selfish stupid emo weird boring naive childish socially retarded self aware fuck I am.
My god, I need to start drinking. And fucking smoking. Drugs, sex, the fucking works.
Esteem? What self esteem? I'm a child of the 1940s, seen, but not heard. I don't deserve respect.
Yeah... Sorry...
Oh god, if I didn't hate deleting words, you wouldn't even have read that.
Uh oh... I haven't even mentioned zombies yet. G'damn!
Have you ever considered what the most useful career to have in the aftermath of the outbreak is?
A strong contender is of course soldier, or sheriff, or someone with firearms training...
Though as it turns out, in a recent survivor poll, Pizza Delivery Person won first place. Taxi driver came second.
Everything is about running circuits these days... Hey, as far as I know!
Map knowledge is key. Halo, CoD, and now real life. Secret routes, easy escapes, unkown alleyways...
Every time you pass me by, I die a little more inside. Oh shit, I should stop before I start again...
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