He didn't need to be there for this. He could've been just fine. But no. As soon as the bullet was shot, I knew he was gone. Zombies, that's what they're called right? Those undead freaks of nature that don't stay gone. They just come back and eat you alive while you try to kill them. They could be your parents, your siblings. Even your boyfriend. But no. They cannot go near you.
They could even be you.
So when you see your loved ones on the floor, bleeding violently and spitting bile; remember this. They are dead. You can't save anyone anymore. Someone gets a papercut, they're dead. We can't afford risks. I was a risk. I'm dead.
My name is Abigail Humos. I am 33 years old. Welcome to the end of the world.
