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"Henrietta?" Tom said. "What are you doing here?"
      "I...I don't know..." Henrietta said
      "Where is your corpse?" Lucy asked
      "I...it got lost. I lost it somewhere...yesterday. What about yours? Where’s Billy?"
      "We all got disoriented in the blast." Tom said shaken "Some of us...lost our corpses to the fire."
      "...So sorry to hear that Tom. So whose corpses were those?"
      "We don't know. We were trying to catch them up when we found you and...What is that?" Tom said
      Henrietta looked to where Tom was indicating and saw the man curled up into a ball whimpering.
      "Oh…He's some guy that can't seem to die."
      "He looks pretty dead to me." Lucy said
      "What are you talking about? He is clearly a surviv-" Henrietta said cutting herself short as she looked at him.
      "No,” Henrietta said in disbelief “he's not dead. I watched him eat cheese and put a fire out. There is no way that he’s dead."
      "Hey I just call them like I see them. He's just another ghostless corpse. It’s not like we all haven’t seen any of them before. His ghost must have got lost somewhere."
      "No, I'd have noticed that."
      "Whatever. Nothing really matters anymore. Anyways we are going to catch up to ourselves or something. Coming?" Tom said a little uncertain about what to say to her.
      "No, I kinda wanna see how this turns out." Henrietta said. "Keep up with yourselves."
      "Suit yourself. Come on fellas!"
      The group of ghosts quickly left Henrietta to follow after the zombie hoard. She quietly sat next to the man and looked at him closely. He didn't look dead to her, just...insignificant, maybe a bit pathetic but defiantly not dead.
      The man eventually stood up, wiped away his tears, and made his way in the opposite direction of the hoard. Henrietta followed close behind him. That was starting to really grate on her nerves. She had, and still has, a very real chance to rejoin the others and maybe find her corpse but she chose not to. She was beginning to wonder if curiosity alone was the reason she kept following him. But deep down she knew it was because Lucy say he was already dead and she wanted to know why.
      They continued along the sewer as manhole covers from above burning with bright blue flames lit up the way. Eventually they reached a dark dead end. Frustrated the man sat down heavily and exhausted. The sewers were eerily quiet and only filled with the sound of his breathing and the occasional drip. A cracking noise from above began to echo out around them. Almost as if on cue the ceiling caved in as a bus fell through it narrowly missing the man by slamming into the wall just above his head.
      Henrietta was beginning to suspect that the world was not in fact ignoring this man but was more actively trying to kill him. That concept didn’t really make sense but surely the things that happened around him were more than just coincidence. Sure all those things that had happened were understandable things to happen due to the current circumstances but just how could this man still be moving after all that, dead or not. Thinking about that kinda made her head hurt.
      The man carefully climbed out from under the bus and made his way above ground. Apparently this part of the city wasn't on fire for some reason but it was still a smoldering wreck of rubble and debris. The man looked around as he stood out in the fresh air and took a deep breath. Just beyond a nearby knocked down building the glow of fire illuminated the deafeningly dark cloudy sky as billowing smoke and embers climbed up high to block out the sun.
      Ash crumpled gently under the man’s footsteps like snow as it fell gently from the sky. It was beautiful. Henrietta closed her eyes and pretended that it was winter with a bright orange sunset on the horizon as she walked gleefully through some ancient ruins of a long forgotten civilization. When she opened them again the man was standing still at the edge of the city.
      The man