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I can't take it any more
It's still quiet out. No fires, no rioting.
And I know they know I've figured out the conspiracy. The zombies will come after me. But I have to sleep. Let tomorrow take care of itself.
Maybe zombies are like bacteria or yeast, you know? Too many of them and the population can't be sustained. They'll all die. I can hope.
Yeah, that's a sweet thought to go to sleep on. They're eating themselves to death.
. . . unless they've already thought about that . . .
And I know they know I've figured out the conspiracy. The zombies will come after me. But I have to sleep. Let tomorrow take care of itself.
Maybe zombies are like bacteria or yeast, you know? Too many of them and the population can't be sustained. They'll all die. I can hope.
Yeah, that's a sweet thought to go to sleep on. They're eating themselves to death.
. . . unless they've already thought about that . . .