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I Think Zombies Have Always Been An Easy Metaphor For Hard Times. Because They're This Big, Faceless, Brainless Group Of Evil Things That Will Work Tirelessly To Destroy You And Think Of Nothing Else.

And I Like A Mouse Who Has Taken A Cat For Its Tutor.

All I Ask Is That My Final Months Be Happy Ones, And That I Be Permitted A Husband Who Will See To My Proper Christian Beheading And Burial.

Hug Your Children...kiss Your Mothers And Fathers, Your Brothers And Sisters. Tell Them How Much You Love Them, Every Day. Because Every Day Is The Last Day. Every Light Casts A Shadow. And Only The Gods Know When The Darkness Will Find Us.

I Fear That A Life Of Death Has Made Me Numb To Both.