Of course, if you're the poetic type, you could say it's a war of the dead against the living. You could say it's a war of desperation, humanity against the inhuman. Survival versus living. Right versus might.
Daryl isn't the poetic type. All the poetic types are dead. Beauty didn't survive the end of the world. It died screaming.
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Of course, if you're the poetic type, you could say it's a war of the dead against the living. You could say it's a war of desperation, humanity against the inhuman. Survival versus living. Right versus might.
Daryl isn't the poetic type. All the poetic types are dead. Beauty didn't survive the end of the world. It died screaming.
Bitterly, he mutters, "ain't nothing in Atlanta."