Yesterday, unfortunately was too busy to write.
Even for an experienced reporter, like myself, there
is just no way to convey the abundance of zombie
carcasses and the stench.
The moat is practically overflowing. And this
is only a small percentage of the swarm that
scuttled through here.
We spent the entire day yesterday dealing with
this. And there are more days to come.
Burning them is unbelievably tedious and
horrifying even after all this time. It’s so hard
to grasp that this is our life now. That this
is the new “norm.”
Struggling to survive. Burning the undead
so they are truly “dead” to the world.
Have their spirits/souls already left them?
Or did they die with their physical bodies,
forever trapped in limbo?
Or once their physical bodies are burned
and “killed” for good, do their souls finally
get to escape limbo and go to the place they
were intended?
These are the things I think about as I hold
my shirt over my face and watch them burning.
Seeming to come alive again before truly dying
as the fire moves them around.
I know they are not coming alive again.
My brain tells me that it’s the wind and the
flames moving them.
But my spirit allows me to believe it is their
souls being released to go to some sort of
peace that makes them move around within
the flames.
We are still here. But these burned ones?
They are not. They are not here anymore.
In any way, shape, or form. Unless you count
their ashes that will become part of the earth
once again.
Sam