Posted on June 1, 2009 at 9:25pm
"I don't see him."
"Oh you will."
"I don...." (the -06 round penitrates the skull of a 5'9'' ghoul) "... Oh."
Pink mist saturates the air as another zom for the fire falls. Freddie and I get back into my car. "Go ahead Kelly the coast is clear," I say over the radio, grabbing the gas from the back, pouring it on the zom and flicking my cigarette onto him.
I should back up for a minute. My name is Cameron, a Seabee (equipment operator) in the Navy, but that does'nt matter… Continue