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Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Mu about the outside world We’ve spent a lot of tis, soccer, TV shoe used to watch, our lives before the zo But he won’t discuss the attack on my school or any of the other assaults that took place that day I’ve no idea if order has been restored or if the soldiers and medics here are the only people left alive in the whole orld I’ve pushed hiood to me, he can play deaf and dumb to perfection when he wants

I’ve said a few prayers for Mu type For Muht I loved Dad more He was the one I respected, the one I wanted to impress Mu her husband knock her about the place I stood up for her and always tried to help when he’d lay into her, because that’s what you do for your mum, but if you’d ask me to name a favorite, I’d have chosen Dad, despite all his flaws

But she’s the one I miss most Maybe it’s because of what Dad did the day I died He came to rescue me Risked his own life to try to save me But then he made me throw Tyler to the zombies, turned me into a killer, and since then

No That’s a lie, and I don’t want to lie to myself anymore I’ve done too much of that in the past Be truthful, B Dad didn’t force me I threw Tyler to the zo to do

Dad hated foreigners and people who had different beliefs I never wanted to be like him in that respect, but to keep him quiet I acted as if I was, and in the end it rubbed off on me I becaain, but if I’m to keep the beast inside uilt waswhat Dad told me to do You can’t bla

I sit up, swingabout Mum and Dad until I have more information I’m sure ansill be revealed in ti me alive just to hold me in this cell forever I have to be patient Explanations will come If I have to mourn, I’ll do it once their deaths are confirmed Until then I need to hope for the best

To distractnoise It’s constant, the ru pu It never ceases It droveWithout a TV, iPod, or anything else, it’s the only way I have of a myself when Reilly’s not around I tune into the hues to the noises, to i outside this cell, soldiers ers in leather

Hing by the green uy’s cheek, that they’re like me, zombies who can think and act the way they did before they died Reilly refers to us as revitalizeds The ordinary, mindless zombies are reviveds But ere the revitalizeds in that room eapons? Are they prisoners likewith the soldiers? Where did they come from? Why are they - we - different from the others? Is there hope for us? Can we be cured?

I sneer at that last question "Of course you can’t be cured, you dumb bitch," I snort "Not unless you can find the Wizard of Oz to give you a brand-new heart"

I get up and stand in front of themyself a lot recently It’s not that I’ else to do But I’ the shredded, filthy reained consciousness That’s been replaced with a pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt

I pull the T-shirt up totits Vinyl used to call the hiet aith it

My right boob is the sa, torn from my chest by Tyler Bayor A fair bit of the flesh around it isan unnatural, grisly hole in its place