Sometimes, you just gotta move on.
People get comfortable, forget what’s out there, start acting like things is normal: that’s when they start acting like they’s got issues with each other. Start making trouble. Start fightin’, one against the other.
I wasn’t gonna wait around to watch the place burn down. I got a new place. Run down, water damage, smells worse than the zombies I had to kill to get to it. But it’s safe, and it’s mine.
Ain’t nobody to argue with, ain’t nobody to share with. Ain’t no problems but the living dead, and them I got.