answer:Eternal life? Fuck that bullshit. Were I to spend two minutes of my existence making the undead fall like flies by the thousands, then my existence, it would have found meaning. I will die a tragic death, as there I am! A looming figure, hoeing like a madwoman, as the sky is painted with blood and limbs, the zombies fall, and I stand ‘pon a mount of them! My scythe reaps the darkness, as the Moon shames herself to draw its light ‘pon me! I will die a tragic hero, and it will be splendid. In the end, the curse of God will bring me down…but I have given you hope. You will fight back. And you will win. The world will be at peace once the more. When people no longer believe in zombies, they shall still believe in Symbeline. This is my dream, and it is my will. When there is no more room in Hell, the Dead shall walk the Earth. I will be gone, but as of my passing, thou shalt built a Heaven. Can you save it from becoming a metaphor that which appears in a zombie movie? I’ve done my part. The rest is up to you. I won’t live to see it. And of that, I’ve no wish.