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Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep Sleep and you're dead. It's that simple. Or, even worse, you join the ranks of undead. As I never was a sci-fi fan before it all went to s**t, I had never considered what I'd do in a zombie apocalypse. I was surprised to find out when it actually came that there were people who had put in real thought behind it, even going as far as to stock up rations and train in weapons. Of course, just like Sun Tzu says, no plan survives first contact with the enemy. Let alone when that enemy is that sweet grandma from across the street now gnawing on your leg with only her gums, or that shitty little girl that screamed all day during summer but is now sneaking up on you to bite your nose off and you're hoping she went back to screaming. I'm rambling, aren't I? It's the lack of sleep.
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