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Back in Boston…Back when I was bitten…I wasn’t alone. My best friend was there. And she got bit too. We didn’t know what to do. So…She says, “Let’s just wait it out. Y'know, we can be all poetic and just lose our minds together.” …I’m still waiting for my turn.

Her name was Riley and she was the first to die. And then it was Tess. And then Sam.

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[…] But Ellie is chasing nothing of the sort. She has spotted a herd of giraffes, lumbering through the deserted ruins of the city. They are moving with purpose, vital and healthy. As she reaches out to one of the beasts and whispers “hey there,” with a child-like awe, we are briefly reminded that Ellie is a child, albeit stripped of any semblance of a childhood. To her, the moment is a gift.