Evolution.

Is this what your God wanted? The last conversation I had with a live human being was about her faith. It's a beautiful concept, really. I would love to be able to believe in her fairy tale of a religion. But alas, I am too logical. See, anything that tells me not to question it, I must question. Like when you were little, and someone said not to tell your mother, it was normally the only thing you needed to hear to make you run to her singing like a canary at an opera house. Her faith said don't ask questions, and that made me question her faith.
What I would do to have a conversation right now. I can't really remember the last words that came out of my mouth, logically. I've thrown a few F bombs when those fucking.. things jump out of no where. I don't consider those words so much as reactions now. Sure, I miss things working, lights coming on, water on tap; those things I miss. I miss feeling safe in my own fucking house. More so than all of that, I miss talking. I miss knowing that I didn't have to blow the brain out of the head in front of me just to stay alive. Companionship, to me, is much more needed than food, safety, and water. I need a shoulder to cry on, I need a reason to keep going. Why do I even bother to continue. I need a reason to not stand outside right now, naked and defenseless, and just let them take a bite and end all of this. The zombies aren't lonely, they aren't afraid, they don't sit around blogging to fellow survivors about bullshit they don't fucking care about, to people they don't fucking know just to feel companionship somewhere out there. Judging by the sound outside though, they are hungry as hell.
Have any of you even stopped to think about when this is all going to stop. They aren't vampires, we aren't safe in the light. They sure as hell aren't as slow as depicted in the movies. We can't run, we can't hide forever, we can't kill them all, so what are we supposed to do. I don't want to live like this forever. Let's just assume that we do kill them all. Lets assume that we all band together, meet up, surround can cluster fuck the brain dead killers we have all come to know and love. Then what? Have you seen the mess outside? If it's even half as bad outside your window as it is outside of mine, is there really a point to all of this? What are the odds we can rebuild the planet? We couldn't even fix the damn economy.
Maybe these zombie kids are onto something. Maybe its not a virus, maybe its not a disease, or a mutation.
Maybe this is evolution.