It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves. The sunlight reflects off the snowy floor blinding my eyes as I continue my path through this barren land. I give a piggy back ride to the corpse of my friend, whom just died from the Infection. He knew, and I knew, just never wanted to speak of it, that it would not be long before he would be taken from this world to the next. This journey we had set on took a toll which only worsened his condition. And made my current situation much harder than it already was. Honestly, I might just leave him here and bury him, the situation is too tough to be carrying a rotting corpse. A snow storm seems to be on the horizon even, so carrying a body will only inhibit my speed to find or build shelter. But, for the sake of his family back home, I can’t do so…but hypothetically… 🤷‍♂️