（ he huffs, as he finishes packing up the cadaver, slings the bloody carcass over a shoulder. it'll leak blood on him, but in this chaos he doubts a soul will dare mention it. ）

I read that this world wasn't much for religion before all this started happening. Strikes me as — （ his jaw works, he's obviously substituting a word out for something else ） — mighty unusual, given how things went back home after the outbreak. Feels like more people found God than lost Him.

（ he wasn't one of them. he'd been a casual church-goer on the odd sunday, when he had time, when work wasn't at the fore, but he doesn't think he ever really believed. and what vestiges of faith clung to him from upbringing were easy enough to shed, after sarah. ）