When the world ended, everyone was dead. The zombies were the moving remains of those people.
Very few survived, though.
A girl, her brother, and her brother’s best friend.
One day, the girl and the best friend were driving to the market to raid some supplies.
“Why’d he kill himself?” The friend asks, looking to the girl. For context, the brother shot himself in the head.
The girl kept her eyes on the road. “He shot himself after he found out he got bit..” She says softly. The friend looks down. “Why did he… why did he do it himself?”
Tears welled up in the girls eyes, her throat tightening. “Because I didn’t have the heart to pull the trigger.” Her grip tightens on the wheel.
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