YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE...MAYBE TWICE!
It's funny, I would've never expect myself to become so numb and jaded to the horrors of killing; in the beginning it felt cruel and wrong, then after realizing these things are no longer human, it became equivalent almost to ridding your house of insects. An infestation...must be dealt with.
I search long and hard for a reason to keep fighting and just move through life numb and cold.
The undead are a plague on my mind and I am disintegrating day by day.
"Hey cutie" her voice breaks through my incessant thoughts.
I whip my pistol out before I feel the blow to the back of my head.
What just happened I can't remember shit and only feel pain.
Better to be beaten than eaten.
I then realize my hand and feet are tied up and my pistol is gone.
How the hell did i get in this fucked up position.
This is what I get for trusting that bitch, I think to myslef.
Now I am a sitting duck waiting to be PLUCKED!