Dying Was The Easy Part - Blog Posts

Sean sat against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Zombie’s were everywhere, and he’d spent his whole day running around town on foot, trying to keep ahead of the horde. He hadn’t been much of a runner before the world had ended though, so he hadn’t done a particularly good job of it. Which went to explain why he was now propped against the wall, sans his right arm and leg. Lacking a pulse of any kind, it didn’t hurt, exactly. But it was a major annoyance to not be able to chase the survivors anymore.

Who decided to call them survivors, anyway? Sean had survived - mostly. It just was that his need for sleep had gone out the window, along with his revulsion for cannibalism.

Sean growled in frustration as the humans crept out of the building he was sitting against. They looked his way, but left him alone. How scary was a one-legged zombie, really? He watched them disappear down the street and sighed.

Sean dropped his head back on the brick wall behind him and stared up at the overcast sky. He remembered a sermon he’d heard a lifetime ago, and addressed his greviance to the being beyond the clouds.

“God, ‘dying is easy’ was the biggest lie ever. I’m exhausted.”

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