You know? Ain’t it ironic how we live our entire lives without the luxury of time, only to spend an eternity in death.

It’s so quiet and peaceful here. Good place to die.

All those plans you made for the future mean nothing. Life becomes like death. It’s the hardest thing in the world.

By the time she awoke she couldn’t even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.

Walking the road of life going from one station to the next, picking up passengers, and dropping them off, until I reach my final destination.

By then, there was no one left in the lab, aside from a few remaining infected men on the verge of death and reanimation.

They held each other tight and cried, while a dozen infected took turns tearing into their warm flesh.

He hated how many people had to die, so they could gain their freedom. What hurt most was that they did not even die at the hands of the infected. They were killed for no good reason.

The door opened slightly. He did not hear any screaming, which made him think he might be correct. What if they were dead?