Well, that's happened here twice that I've been here. Here it ends. Few days, holed up, even if you die, you come back normal. Fine.

[She thinks it's a joke sometimes, a slap in the face. And the fact that it's someone else's fictional entertainment is even worse some days.]

Doesn't end at home. End of the world happens, you lose everything, people die, they come back, you shoot them in the head. So. Been two years of that. You get used to the dead. They're slow, you can figure it out unless you get stuck in a hoard of them. Then it's the people. Every fucking asshole who's ever wanted a little bit of power.