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I wanted to cry when he said that I don’t knohy, but sohmy head, but no tears came They couldn’t My tear ducts have dried up I can never weep again

Reilly went on to explain how they were going to file my teeth down They’d use an electric file to start me off, but after that I could trim them with a metal file myself every day or two

"It’ll be like brushing your teeth," he said cheerfully "A few o to bed, and they’ll be fine" He paused "Although you won’t really need to go to bed now"

It’s been hard keeping track of the days, but by totaling up Reilly’s visits I figure I’ve been here at least a week, ave me a bed, and I lie down every now and then to rest, but I never co off

"The dead don’t sleep," Reilly shrugged when I asked him why I couldn’t doze "They don’t need to"

I was nervous when ato the dentist, and this was a hundred times worse The noise was louder than any dentist’s drill, and splinters fro back in ot hot fro I pushed the ive hilare

"Just don’t bite," Reilly warned me "If you nip him and turn him into one of your lot, you’ll be put down like a rabid dog, no excuses"

The medic wiped sweat from his forehead and I realized he was loves, but as I’d seen in the rooloves aren’t foolproof against a zombie attack

I tried to control myself after that, and didn’t pull back as h every part of me wanted to

The ue around my mouth and winced as one of my teeth nicked it

"I should have warned you about that," Reilly said "Doesn’t matter how much you file them down, they’ll always be sharper than they were Best thing is to keep your tongue clear of your teeth"

"Thash eashy fuhr you tuh shay," I mumbled

"Hey, not bad for your first atte iet their act together I think you’re going to be a fast learner"

"Shkroo you, arsh hohl," I spat, and his expression darkened

"Maybe you were better off et the hang of my new teeth I still slur the occasional word, but a week into my new life - or unlife, or whatever the hell it’s called - I can speak as clearly as I could before I was killed

"B S tunelessly to my reflection "But a zo dead-o"

Hey, I h, haven’t you? Especially when you’re no longer able to cry your bloody eyes out