The zombies are always there, never been killed thoroughly. When the old zombies are killed by soldiers, the new zombies will be produced everyday, every minute, in fact every second.
The soldier keeps fighting, he knows that he can't go down. He is the final defending line.
"If I'm down, my master will get sick!" says the soldier to himself.
The war is cruel. The cruel war has been there for five years, it will be still on for 50 years. Or probably more.
The soldier is badly hurt, he needs some backups. He is still waiting for the backups. He believes the master will send some more soldiers, who will take over from him, to continue fight with zombies.
Finally, the backups have come. Strong, new, fresh group of soldiers...
p/s: Joanne requested a story on why she needed to do her Japanese Encephalities booster injection yesterday.
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