The jungle has finally overtaken the city. The dead are attacking, and you, the living, look to me for guidance. I usher you into the vault, but you are too slow and stupid. So I fight the zombies, doing my damnedest to save you all. They are persistent and numerous; but I am too fast, too strong, too full of life and rage to be overcome. And when you are all in the vault, I seal the door. And now, in my waking state, I can’t remember if I stayed outside or in. In the end, was I more content to fight the living dead, or live with the slowly dying?