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A Hell Of A Way To Grow Up by Christopher S. Walters (Genre: Living Dead)
When I woke up, the TV was still on, at drunk-going-deaf-volume no less, and the un-shaded window was allowing the sun to do a flame-thrower impression on my eyes. Thatís when I did start crying. Hell, even one of those deads outside would cry, if they felt like this. That was always a benefit of hangover: only the living could wish they were dead, so that eliminated that question.
I felt vaguely excited about something, in spite of the incredible pain, like Christmas was here. Then I remembered that society had finally fallen apart. I got up, tried to bitch-slap the TV into quietness. That was too loud, too. I just fled into the bathroom, and tried to purge myself once again, but of course that was useless.