I couldn't handle it.

I couldn't handle it.

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I had never seen anything so disgusting in my life. A smell of rotten repugnant dead bodies. Bodies of people close to me. Bodies of people we once loved. I still couldn't get over the shock that it was all our or my fault. It all happened because of my being completely absent minded. It felt as if any minute I would go mad with grief. It was too much for my weak heart. I never thought that these people would become a mere addition to the other many rancid carcasses. I can't handle it. I just can't. No. No.
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It all happened so fast. So quick. I didn't even realize what was going on. By the time I did however, it was far too late. They were all gone. All dead. Or, I guess you could say that they are somewhat alive. They're living, after all. They're the living dead. I'm so stupid. I should have be faster, I should have noticed. Oh, but there isn't time now. I've got to go. Fast. Or I'll become one of them.

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