There are no zombies here. The fallout is even worse on them than on us. The virus that animates them, moves them, gives them hunger, it shrivels up and dies when irradiated. With no walking dead to invade it, this blackened cinder of a city teems with life: plants, animals, and us.
We spend most of our time underground, in the tunnels, in the old basements and cellars. Even so, we don’t live long. We get sick young. There are defects. We live with them. Cancer is a way of life rather than a fearsome possibility. But we live on.
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