We're all infected. When you get killed or die on your own, you turn, into them . . . those creachers, geeks, walkers, whatever. We are all infected by it. There's no turning back. I must keep going. I must find my family.
Lord, God, Almighty Father, eternal Light and Creator of all lights, bless this new fire. Grant that after the darkness of this world, we may come with pure hearts to Thee, the never-falling Light. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
