So, the helicopter was this guy from the Vatican waving around a needle and yelling something about “innoculations.”
Given what I’ve been through in the past year, I decided to shoot him in the face. Perhaps not my best moment, but fuck all if I’m taking an anti-zombie shot - I can only guess what an “innoculation” might do if it went wrong, and it’s not like my immune system operates well as it is.
Joel’s a bit horrified with me; he knows intellectually I’ve done some terrible stuff but this is the worst thing he’s seen me do. Well, the worst thing that I let him remember. I’d worry about betraying his trust, but I’m preserving his sanity, and that really counts for more.
