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What am I doing with my life?
I'm so pale. I should get out more.
I should eat better. My posture is terrible.
I should stand up straighter.
People would respect me more if I stand up straighter.
What's wrong with me? I just want to connect.
Why can't I connect with people?
Oh, right.
It's because I'm dead.
I shouldn't be so *** myself. I mean, we're all dead.
This girl is dead. That guy is dead.
That guy in the corner is definitely dead. These guys look awful.
I wish I could introduce myself. But I don't remember my name anymore.
I mean, I think it started with an "r", but that's all I have left.
I can't remember my name, my parents or my job.
Although my hoodie would suggest I was unemployed.
Sometimes I look at the others and try to imagine what they were.
You were a janitor.
You were the rich son of a corporate CEO.
You were...
a personal trainer.
And now you're a corpse.
I have a hard time piecing together how this all Apocalypse thing happened.
Could have been chemical warfare, or and airborne virus
or a radioactive outbreak monkey.
It doesn't really matter. This is what we are now.
This is a typical day for me.
I cheerful around, occasionally bumping into people,
unable to apologize or saying much of anything.
It must have been so much better before.
When everyone could express themselves and communicate their feelings.
And just enjoy each other company.
A lot of us have made their home of this airport. I don't know why.
People waited to airports, I guess. But I'm not sure what we're all waiting for.
Oh man. They call these guys bonies.
They don't bother us much. But they'll eat anything with a heartbeat.
I mean, I will to,
but at least I'm conflicted about it.
We all become them someday. At some point you just give up, I guess.
You lose all hope. After that there is no turning back.
Oh, man. Gross. Don't pick it up you're making it worse.
This is what I have to look forward too.
It's kind of a bummer.
I don't want to be this way.
I'm lonely. I'm lost.
I mean, I'm literally lost, I've never been to this part of the airport before.
This is my best friend.
By best friend I mean we occasionally grunt and stare awkwardly at each other.
We have almost conversations sometimes.
Days past this way.
But sometimes we even find actual words.
Words like... Hungry.
And...
City.
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