World's Best Zombie Slayer

They became human again.

The gas was no weapon; it was a cure.

I fell to my knees in the street, my weapons forgotten. A sense of the most complete helplessness washed over me. I watched a couple of people that apparently knew each other embrace, crying into one another's shoulder. I realized they had never been zombies at all. Not really. Just sick people.

It was that moment when the guilt hit me. I thought of shooting the zombies from my rooftop. I thought of the dump truck rampage; thirty zombies in seventeen seconds? Dear God, what had I done? I thought of the warehouse burning with hundreds inside. I thought of my parents.

Tears poured from my burning eyes. My world was shattered as everyone around me rediscovered theirs.

The world had changed again, just like that, and once again I didn't belong.





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