Necrophobia 4 Read online

  You used to see them as you were driven to and from the camps. Some used stakes, while others had large flat stones, stained almost black. Always just beyond the fence line, not quite out of view of the camp. Like a dark spot on the periphery of your vision. I don’t know how effective it is.

  Sometimes people just lose it anyway. Lose that distinction between the living and the dead. They’ll break free from camp and end up being torn apart trying to talk to someone they used to know, or break into an armoury and start putting bullets into the heads of the living.

  Like I said, everyone deals with things in their own way.

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