I'm not sure what I'm afraid of anymore. I don't know if I'm more terrified of humans or the dead-ones. I don't know who I can trust anymore. Some Turn their backs and others continue to look into your eyes. But what if they have eyes in the back of their head? I don't know if I fear dying myself or someone around me that I love dying more. We've lost so many and I'm not sure I can take another funeral. Because the pain doesn't go away, you just make room for it.
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