Origins...One...
"Everyone wants to know the gory deets, later on, after the dust settles, the how’s and why’s. I never understood that impulse. Knowing doesn’t change a single fucking thing about the reality of a situation. If you want assurances you’ve come to the wrong place. The only thing I can tell you with complete certainty is that it all started with the water supply, well maybe the meat, but most certainly the air, and what the hell, let's chalk it all up to meteors and cosmic radiation while we're at it."
"Does any of that shit matter now?"
"There is no cure, no eradication short of slow and obvious attrition. Us vs. them, it’s a concept as old as cavemen and it has never mattered more, yet here we are, still murdering each other like nothing changed and doing it with such regularity you would think death was the only door buster this black Friday."
"The semi-dead own the world now, we’re just sharing it with them and knocking them off a handful at a time while we pay dearly for every foothold. When you boil it all down to the facts, just the facts ma’am, our new reality is nothing more than the same tired old soap opera with a B horror flick twist thrown in to get the gag factor going and the lust percolating."
"God's honest, none of us were busy looking for answers to the big questions when our neighbors got busy eating their pets, their kids, and then us. Back then we were all so busy, lugging our I-pads and our I-phones along, never mind a way to charge the fucking things. We were still busy corporate branding ourselves like cattle and clinging to the television waiting for the dwindling lists of safe places to escape to. I was no different, I assure you. I wasn't born with a gun in my hand and a willingness to kill my fellow man. I adapted, I evolved because that was the only option left for me other than dying."
