George stood on the Golden Gate Bridge and marveled at the majestic pinks and purples of the fast-dwindling daylight hovering over the Pacific Ocean. He let out a deep sigh, because there was no one around for hundreds of miles who could enjoy it with him.
Being a self-aware zombie was not all it was cracked up to be.
"Am I a freak of nature?" George asked the demolished vehicles rusting on the bridge. "Why am I the only zombie who still knows anything? Sometimes I envy the mindless zombie horde."
George considered ending it all, but he was already dead.
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