Who Cares

The others watched the tree line, and he watched them. They looked so scared, so worried, even now that they knew everything was coming apart. It just seemed so silly to him, somehow. What was so great about the world before? Didn’t people die? Weren’t they often cold, tired, dirty, hungry? Wasn’t it all just one disappointment after another? If it were to end here and now in a field outside of town, rather than years later in a equally random hospital bed somewhere, what would he have lost? The zombies could come at their leisure, for all he cared.

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Title by: Maxwell Williams
Story by: David

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