Matthew... I want to say I'm sorry, but I'm not
going to waste those kind of words, not now.
We both knew that if things ever went bad
for one of us, we knew we could trust the other
to do the right thing, the kind thing, the only
thing that matters: Don't let me become one
of them! I won't, I promised you. We played
the odds, just like everybody trying to stay
alive these days. It wasn't that I was better
at this than you; it was just you who fell down
at the wrong time, whose gun jammed, who
knew as well as anyone, there is a zombie
out there with our name on its cold, wet lips.
I am your friend always. I promise to do it quick.
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