[Bela is doing better than some people who've stumbled through their first few days of zombie survival on sheer dumb luck and the assistance of strangers. Adam has no illusions about his chances; being fresh from a far worse nightmare doesn’t prepare him for getting caught outside in the dimming light. The opposite, in fact.
He stops to rest against a tree, the endless moaning loud in his ears. He feels the inevitable closing in. He's died before--twice, counting what Sam and Michael had done--but that doesn't make him infallible. There isn’t a single thing protecting him from being torn apart by the undead just like the other monsters had, and he feels that reality in every tired, hungry inch of his body.
He might very well die again and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.]
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He stops to rest against a tree, the endless moaning loud in his ears. He feels the inevitable closing in. He's died before--twice, counting what Sam and Michael had done--but that doesn't make him infallible. There isn’t a single thing protecting him from being torn apart by the undead just like the other monsters had, and he feels that reality in every tired, hungry inch of his body.
He might very well die again and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.]