Hooray! It's day number 193! Which is the day my brother gets out of hospital!
I've missed him dearly. But he's home now.
Moaning, being selfish, annoying everyone... It's a good sign. He's back to normal.
In any case, nobody cares about zombies anymore. We're all just so happy to have our youngest back.
The undead could eat us tomorrow, and we wouldn't care a jot.
Can I please make it known that I am so, so grateful to the medical staff who looked after him. Thank you.
Happiness has temporarily prevailed.
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