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... but it is difficult to remain optimistic in the dead of night. When the dawn is still far away, the bad thoughts take on flesh and begin to walk. Late at night these thoughts become zombies.

- Well, che, well, che there on the street? [looking out the window] Zombies there are?
- Nope, finally no one.
- Uh... well, what virus is it fucking sucks. Fu.

If the zombie Apocalypse catching you on vacation, stay closer to Russian tourists, it will increase your chances of survival.

Shakespeare knew that a good story needs zombies.

Wake up every morning at seven. If the mind, it should be even sooner, but then I just die. I, of course, and so will die, but not immediately. A little while later. So, Wake up every day at seven in the morning - it's something I! Hate all living things. Worse than zombies, because I even other people's brains at this point not interested in. Wouldn't this stuff to eat. Only coffee, and that rather from despair, and so bad, and then there's the Cup full of the bitter black here at once like a bullet in the head.

It seems that at 4.30 am the city is full of zombies.

- What is that look? I think I've done enough?
- You haven't finished.
- I don't even remember the goal.
- It's simple: to convince people that they can live peacefully side by side with zombies. That's all.
- Yes, everything! I don't want that anymore, Ravi.
- Hundreds of people who didn't even know you, rushed armed soldiers to save your life.

- Her mom won't like it. "Hey, mom, I'm the only one in the world who can't become a zombie. I will die here in a strange city, surrounded by people you don't know istykanny body then istykanny corpse, because they prepare the vaccine".
Isabel could be the key to creating a vaccine that will prevent every person on the planet to pick up the zombie virus. As if she was difficult, she's super responsible, very Mature.

I have no rosy illusions about the kindness of zombies. Kindness is unknown to them, as well as hatred. Everything I know animated scraps, - hunger.

- You're the guy ate!
- What do you want, Zach? I'm a fucking zombie!

Oh, My God. These guys are called Skeletons. We don't really bother. Skeletons devour those who have heart beats. I also guzzle, but I'm not happy. Sooner or later we all will be. At some point you just give up, lose hope, and then there is no way back.
I do not want to. I'm lonely. Lost. I was lost in the truest sense: I've never been to this part of the airport.
I wonder: these guys are lost, too. They wander here without meaning and purpose? They feel trapped? Want something more? Am I the only one?

Here's a typical day for me: I wander here and there, from time to time bumping into people, unable to apologize or say something.
How was it better before when everyone could Express themselves, Express their feelings and in General, all enjoyed each other's company.

Hey, don't put songs about tractors and a cold beer, they even the dead want to die.

- Fear not, my Lord, my sword and my life to your service.
- You have no sword. And life, for that matter.