Chapter 21: Julie

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Me and Nick were at the front, probably because we were the tallest and the strongest. Or it was a coincidence, that was possible too. I wish I was next to Martin, he's that one person I can talk to about anything all day!

However, even after Martin was finally here, I still didn't feel good. I still felt that part in me that wanted to die...

What's next? What do I need? What's missing?

I'll just try to do some things that I enjoy. I enjoy painting, maybe I could smash a zombie's head in and paint using its blood? Nah, too gory... I'd throw up, and I also hate being unclean! The blood on my fingers, the dirt, it would make me so uncomfortable! Ugh! Not being able to shower for someone insecure about their hygiene was hell!

Huh, this feels strange, the zombies are starting to feel less and less important and less and less dangerous... Was the apocalypse really that bad? We'd come up to several zombies and they were all easy enough to deal with. The real concerns were food, illness and mental health. The zombies themselves were so... unimportant now...

I'm getting off-track. Ways to cheer myself up...

Why not try to go to a store and get some food? It would increase everyone's mood, and oh boy, if I could get my hands on something sweet... I'd die for a slice of cake right now and I don't even like it that much! But the chances of any stores having much food were incredibly slim...

I could go swimming if there is an ocean or beach nearby. Zombies don't like swimming, right? No, I don't like sea water... feels dirty... and that awful feeling when you accidentally swallow sea-water! Yeuk!

Maybe I shouldn't think about myself, maybe If I did something someone else likes I could get a new hobby and have something new to talk about with said person? No, I don't know enough about anyone else, and Martin's hobbies are so boring. I love him, but the activities he does bore me to death.

I'll think of something eventually.

I just hope that eventually comes before I end up hurting myself.

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