He looked down at the lifeless — and now mostly headless — corpse for a moment before walking over to the roadside to wipe the gore off the end of his baseball bat in the disturbingly tall grass. “I’m bored.”
“What? You’re… what? What are you talking about?”
“I’m bored. Every day, the same thing. Forage all the places that haven’t burned down for unspoiled food. Kill any zombies in our way. Try not to get bitten. I’m fucking over it.”
“I’m sorry the zombie fucking apocalypse isn’t stimulating enough for you, buddy. Feel free to check out any time.”
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