“After 3 years in Malton, I had really overcome any belief that this was a zombie ‘apocalypse’. I’d become a creature of habit. Each day I killed time by taking a stroll down the streets, tipping my hat to each zombie I passed.”
“Usually they’d greet me with a casual groan. We were practically on a first name basis.”
“In all honesty, life in Malton really isn’t about hiding and outrunning something that’s trying to eat you. It’s more of a mind-over-matter thing. When you’ve lived in this kind of a world for as long as I have, it all blurs together.”
“It’s gotten to a point where the only entertainment I get in this city is sitting in a dark cinema, pondering what the answer to the celebrity trivia question is, if there were previews showing. All the while, a zombie is fumbling around mere feet from me, comically walking in place since it can’t get past the debris to where I’m sitting.”
“I ask myself, “Is it even possible to feel fear any more?” It’s easy to forget when you’re in the midst of what most would call chaos, yet it resembles clockwork more than a 9-5 shift in the office.”
“Routine. That’s all it is. Playing God by the half hour. I get scratched up, shot, stabbed, and before I can manage a rattle, a pimply faced needle-jockey swoops down from a rooftop to hit me with another cocktail.”
“After playing on both sides of the fence, there isn’t much left to distinguish. Even those who fight to the teeth against “death” know that they really can’t consider themselves superior any more. What good does thinking do when you’re a slave to routine? Essentially, it’s as if time has frozen.”
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