Posted on October 22, 2010 at 4:30am 3 Comments 0 Likes
I stand off in the disstance, looking to a city once filled with life,
but now, full of the living dead. I stair off as an explosion, followed by the screams and gunshots of helpless civilions.
What am I suppoused to do, die like the rest of them?
I turn to grab my bonoculars to get a better look. I scan around the over-run city, I see a man with a moehawk weilding a baseball bat with sharpend nail's in it, he was…

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