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It’s the Zombie apocalypse.
You and your fellow survivors are out hunting for food, you narrowly escaped some zombies.
You get a bite but no one sees on your forearm.
You roll up your sleeves.
As you’re walking back to base you know that if you don’t tell anyone you’re going to turn and maybe bite more people.
But there’s just some weird selfish hope inside you that says maybe you won’t turn.
Maybe you won’t become a zombie.
Are you going to tell them so they’ll shoot you in the face?
If you don’t, you’re a dick.
You and your fellow survivors are out hunting for food, you narrowly escaped some zombies.
You get a bite but no one sees on your forearm.
You roll up your sleeves.
As you’re walking back to base you know that if you don’t tell anyone you’re going to turn and maybe bite more people.
But there’s just some weird selfish hope inside you that says maybe you won’t turn.
Maybe you won’t become a zombie.
Are you going to tell them so they’ll shoot you in the face?
If you don’t, you’re a dick.