Hey Paul.
For me, it isn’t the hordes of the walking dead that make here being intolerable, it’s the loneliness. Although everybody I’ve spoken to has lost someone close to them, at least they have the scant comfort of being surrounded by their countrymen. Two weeks in the states had been your idea, something to lift my spirits after a long and miserable battle with my ex-employers over an injury claim.
They had eventually settled out of court, and you had suggested that some of my settlement be spent on a holiday. I agreed with you, as the legal tug of war I’d spent three years fighting had exhausted me, mentally and emotionally. At first, you had insisted on accompanying me, but I had always been a fairly solitary man, and two weeks alone, thousands of miles from home, sounded like bliss. God, how I regret that decision.
The trip itself had been refreshing, if unremarkable, with a week spent sightseeing and relaxing, and I was feeling better than I had in months, if not years. I was seriously considering extending my stay when the panic set in, with reports of heavy rioting and serious civil unrest on American soil. Similar reports had been circulating for weeks, but of course nobody was overly concerned with uprisings in China, or food rioting in Africa, and the hysterical rantings of those at home that claimed judgement day had arrived were studiously ignored.
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