Former Marine, family man, freak. Take your pick. I was force-fed the American dream from birth. Do good in school, join the military, get out and start your own business, grap up a wife, and have a pile of kids. Seemed easy enough. What they didn't tell me was there was the possibly of freaking zombies..... Now my spotter is dead, my family turned into god knows what, and the only thing between me and salvation is about fifty thousand flesh eating demons that want to pull me limb from limb.
At the time of the zombie outbreak I was...
Hunting with my father-in-law in eastern Kentucky, near Pikeville. It was fucking horrible. I thought it was weird that there were no animal signs anywhere. No signs of life at all. We saw someone coming up on us, he looked pretty tattered. We figured he might have attacked by a bear or something. He was one of those things. He ripped my father-in-law apart. I put five rounds into him from my 30.06, it didn't even slow him down.
mr smith
since you seem pretty active in the groups i promoted you to administrator of southern survivors i could use your help. if you would rather not do it just let me know.
jeff
Could use ure skills at my outpost (Miami) upon a zach outbreak, considering the woman to guy ratio is >10 to 1, but all the other guys are ex-military or current LEOs, but u are definitely welcome.
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since you seem pretty active in the groups i promoted you to administrator of southern survivors i could use your help. if you would rather not do it just let me know.
jeff
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