Like reanimated corpses, my neighbors have been brought back to life by demonic possession.

Like traditional zombies, they are capable of movement, but not rational thought. So they walk the streets, wearing face masks to protect themselves from an imaginary virus. Try explaining to them how their entire life is now being manipulated by a illusion and they flee in terror.

On more than one occasion they have seen me walking mask-less down the sidewalk in their direction. They respond by stepping ten yards sideways, out into the street, to avoid catching a deadly disease from me.

At least twice a week I strike up a conversation with one of these zombie strangers. I steer the talk to the virus hoax and watch their reaction. If they haven't already fled, I offer them a paper or pamphlet to read, something that provides solid evidence that the whole thing is a hoax. 99.9% of the time they refuse to take it.
That is something I never understand. If someone offers me information, I take it. People at the metro station hand out Communist newspapers. I always take one. If someone - anyone - has better information than me, I want to know about it.
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It gets kind of frustrating after awhile. I have a tendency to want to help people. No matter how down and destitute they are, I just want to help. Maybe it's a Good Samaritan complex, I don't know. But to see so many people in need of so much help and they don't even know it, can be heartbreaking at times.

I feel especially bad for the children. I see them being led around by their parents all over my neighborhood. The poor kids are masked and can barely breathe. Heartbreaking.