Happy I Forgot Day!
1. I am a nice person.
When you see a child shuffling along the street, moaning in pain, are you really gonna be smart and drive away paranoid? Nope. (Well, maybe, if you are selfish enough.) As any good Christian, you would stop your car, practically run to them in your haste to do a good deed and WHAM! You're suddenly stuck in Undead Limbo for trying to be a good Samaritan.
2. I am a girl.
Lesbehonest - I can't swing a bat, aim a gun, snap a Zombie's neck in half - boys just have a larger advantage.
3. I don't have connections.
Military support would be pretty nice in a situation like this. Does anyone have a bunker I can rent? Preferably in the middle of nowhere with food for three lifetimes?
4. I would give up.
Honestly, I hate the idea of running for my life. The terror sounds more painful to me than Zombie-fication, so I might as well quit while I'm ahead.
5. Running.
'Nuff said.
Then again, perhaps I will survive.
I just need to marry rich.
Right?
xoxo,
McCall
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