(JACE)
Searching the woods for zombies shouldn't have been a good time, but it beat the hell out of sitting in yet another fucking meeting. Just one more reminder of how Lucian always got to have all the fun, the bastard. He was so lucky I'd been born first and groomed for this bullshit instead of him.
I shouldn't have been thinking of it as fun, of course—zombie hunting is basically just extreme recycling, except the trash sometimes groans and tries to eat your face.
But come on, there's something weirdly satisfying about whacking a shambling corpse with a bat like it's the world's worst piñata. Sure, the "prizes" are usually just bits of rotting flesh and a lingering smell, but hey, at least it's cardio.
