[ So, here this
slaughterhouse truck is on the highway, just chilling and stuff.
At 180 km/h.
Run by chaos and mayhem and zombies, who apparently enjoy their takeaway and have been collecting humans,
gasoline cans and quite a bit of (locked) ammo. The camera lands on the
glorious decomposing driver, who hasn't missed a day of regular service, and
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Tread... lightly... ]
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He had no idea there were kids in here in this entire mess.
At least they... seem okay...?]
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..........one of whom is clearly infected and inching closer and closer to Rin's leg, oh joy. ]
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Enjoy the bullets to the brain!]
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[Bluh. He hates this and seeing those kids infected and dead and this world sucks.]
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The choice was between him and you, Nii-san. It was already too late for him. Not so for you.
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I know you didn't like having to do it, but... I wanna find a way to help them.
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Even if a huge part of him feels like a failure.]
This is why you aren't a doctor, Nii-san.
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I guess-- the other kids all look okay too, Yukio. Most of them, at least.
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aaand back to your regularly programmed moment of introspection™ ]
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Details. ]
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Dzhhhooo... hooo... Frddddrrrick... Mllrrrrn... take... human frrrr wife?
[ Oh look, Freddie is - well, he's uh - Elvis is not convinced ]
Zhhhhat a... yesh?
[ SOMETHING HAPPENS, LIGHTNING STRIKES, etc, Zombie!Elvis is finally in on this. ]
Yesssh he doesh! Do zhhooou.... human...
[ a pause brimming with depth and meaning. it's so philosophical, Elvis' shoulder pops off on the floor. He, er. Got overcome by feelings. He does this for every wedding. ]
The hmmman doesh. Ahhh now pronounshhhh zhou. Man. And. Wife.
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Is this seriously a thing that is happening.]
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