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Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.
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Not Cool

Who. The. Hell. Thought. That. A. Zombie. Apocalypse. Would. Be. So. Cool? 

Jesus Christ, I don't even know anymore. All of these internet jokes about being in a zombie apocalypse just escalated all of a sudden and then people started talking about just how cool it would be. Next thing you know, some idiot accidentally releases a virus that does just that. Zombie apocalypse? Cool? Ha. Not so cool now that your head's being chewed off, huh? You could give me a week to vent out my frustrations about the utter stupidity and ignorance of people from Hollywood bullshit and I still wouldn't be done. It's been months since the release of the virus and I can't remember the last time I even used deodorant. I was completely fine with my minuscule life of a normal 9-5 job, normal work life, normal routine of being a couch potato, and normal complaints about my heinous boss. But no, I have to fend off rotting pieces of flesh flying at me and scrounge around for even a morsel of food and water. The group that I started traveling with at the start of this apocalypse has been reduced to about one-third now. At this point, I feel like there's no use to living anymore. Even if I survive this, even if we as a society survive this, we'll never be able to come back to how we used to be before. Nothing will ever be the same. I'm tired. I'm worn down and I've seen it all. It just doesn't make sense to me anymore. Living. I could, you know, just end it all. A bullet to my head would probably be easier than trying to live for as long as I can before an inevitable death. Besides, the others can make use of my things for themselves. I want to die, but when I look at all the undead I get so sick. The dead should stay dead, after all. But if I died here and right now, it'd be an insult to the memory of those who risked their lives for me or saved me at the cost of their own. I can't just throw away my life now, not like this. No one is born without a purpose. At least, that's what I believe. The day I die is the day that I will have fought my hardest against all odds. 

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