You Would Too- [Part 4]
By mid-January, Robert and I were back in school. All of North America is in a constant state of panic. New religions start popping up all over the place. Riots and upheavals and battles break out all over the place. A plague will do that. On the news, I saw videos of rich upper class families trying to sneak into Mexico. Probably the same fucks who always told immigrants to get off their goddamn land. I have to admit to feeling a morbid glee in this. Then; Surprise! Victims of Cinderella start digging their way out of the earth. Three quarters of North America are now dead, dying, or zombies.
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I’ve written a will. I’m only 19 years old and I already have a will. In it, I ask to be cremated immediately upon death. I think everyone who is still alive is probably doing the same thing. Hell, I’m pretty sure you don’t need it in your will, the government will do it for you, free of charge. I’ve seen the pictures in the newspapers that look like old photographs from the holocaust, bodies piled up and set afire.
Zombies. It’s like something out of a movie. Then again, so is a commercial airplane being driven into the World Trade Center.
So all the other Cinderella victims who weren’t cremated or stuck in heavy-ass coffins somehow clawed their way out of the earth. I have no idea how long it must have taken most of them, since most of their muscles and joints are all pretty putrid after a while.
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