I am Perry Kelvin, and this is my only time I have to feel sorry. I'm not here, you know, alive, but I'm somewhere, just so I can watch the person I left. Julie sits alone and cries, and I wish I can go back and just shoot that stupid corpse in the head. No. He's who Julie loves now. The only thing that keeps her moving. I remember those good days, before al this mess happened. I remember Nora, Julie, and I having conversations before Nora and Julie would just look at each other, to silently say I was doomed. I remember when I still wrote, and I had an outlet for all of my rage of the whole world. I remember the days up on the stadium roof with Julie, smiling, talking, laughing... I remember going to these kids' house so Julie could read to them. One day in perticular, I just sat there with a bored look on my face. Julie smiled at me, looking amused. "What's wrong with you? You're an author, I thought you'd eat this stuff up." She says. "Well, yeah, but you're reading a book about squirrels with Southern accents. I'd rather read about what's happening to this world." I tell her. Her expression goes serious. "Seriously, who do you think I am? I can't read these kids nonfiction at story time. The world itself already gives them nightmares, I don't need my stories to, too." She says. The little girl pulls on Julie's sleeve. "Julie, can we see what happens next?" She asks her. "Of course, sweetie." Julie smiles and continues with the book. Now I see her with the zombie who ate me, and I'm glad he makes her happy. If she can't love me anymore, she should at least love somebody.