Zeds are about to over run your defenses, and you are about to become one with the Zombie nation. What is your dying catch phrase.
Mine would be "Fu*k This, Kiss my big black ass mo fo's"
Windows breaking. Debris being thrown about. Gunfire filling the room until the last of my comrades has fallen. Standing corpses crowd in as I realize I have no chance. I set my sights on one of the first of them to have broken through. Moving forward, I place my hand under its jaw and hold it tightly as I stare back at this creature's hollow gaze. The others begin tearing into my flesh, but I hold steady. The mouth opens, preparing for a feast. My grip tightens and my lips part as I scream, "F***. YOU."
This thing used to be a living, breathing person with a heartbeat, maybe a wife and kids. But no. That's not how it is anymore. No longer a man. No longer a person. This thing is not human anymore. And now it wants to consume that which it used to be. So here we are. I place my pistol under my chin and recite one last line: