Loyalty.

It is a commodity, like what’s traded at ARC or S-Mart.

Undervalue it, and you’re taken. Overvalue it, and you’re alone.

One can navigate the post apocalyptic landscape alone. God knows everyone’s a fucking superhero, a crack marksman, a ninja level hand to hand combat expert. With skittles like that, who needs anyone?

Right. Wake up and smell your own entrails ripped out of you by that one (un)lucky swipe of a zed’s dirty fingernails.

As you lay there eviscerated and fading, who is going to miss you? Whose name lingers on your lips as you fumble for coin to pay the ferry man on your boatride across the river Styx?

The more people you know, the more chances you have to survive this shithole of a post outbreak world.

But hey, that’s none of my business.

Yet.

Carpe diem, bitch.