Drip, drop, boom. Drip, drop, boom. Late in the evening, these are the only audible
sounds. I am safe from the zombies, but always surrounded by people preparing. It constantly rains,
sunlight has long since faded into a memory. I lost count of days, weeks, and months. I do not
know the year or even the time of day. Outside the window, towards the unknown, there is just
gray mist and airy clouds. The air is sticky; I can feel it suffocating and hugging my dried up skin.
I really should be preparing…
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