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365 days into the outbreak
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THE BRAIN. YOU HAD TO STAB THEM, SHOOT THEM, OR ANYTHING IN THE BRAIN.Or anywhere in the head that would hit the brain, killing its functions. If the brain couldn't function, the dead couldn't either. That was the only way to make sure they wouldn't come back.
Angie had been doing just that since the start of the outbreak. She hadn't realized why, or that she was even going for the head in general, and never even noticed that the ones she killed never came back to life. It just felt right after the first one.
However, according to a certain scaredy-cat priest, killing was a sin. But, the brunette could care less. Angie had changed a lot in the past year.
Her face looked older, more mature. Like she had experienced every possible thing a person could. Her hair was longer, darker. Touching the lower circle of her back when she let it down.
More clusters of freckles adorned her nose and cheeks that shined in the sunlight. And she was seeing the world from 2 inches higher. Being taller came to her advantage in the new world.
She had been staying at the church using it as a sanctuary. It was the reasonable thing to do in her mind. The church had food, it was in a desolate location, and she was practically by herself which she loved. But she still had to see him every day.
Father Gabriel was a guilt-stricken useless priest. He didn't do anything to survive the mess that the world was. He thought that God would lead the way for him and everything would be fine. But God had abandoned them a while ago.
