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 surrounded by 5 to 7 dead heads, he
swung and hit one in the head, showering him with blood, as it slumped the bat got stuck in it's head.
He struggles as the other zed's close in and grabes him, pulling and bitting chunks of flesh off of him.
I sigh as I skim through the crowds and see a group of 6 souldiers making a last stand, trying to kill as many as he possably could before dying themselves, I watched untill the last man was torn into fleshy little pices.
I continue to look through the city as it went from bad to worse.
I stop to see a groupe of unarmed civilions where devoured, a group of BLOOD gang members driving through in a car with assult weapons, I noticed they didn't care who they shot or hit. I curse, then smile as they plow into a wall, seeing them fly into a wall, seeing them dying painfully as the
true monsters being torn apart slowly, with there organs being pulled from were they were suppoused to belong.
I serch the streets for any other surrvivors that may have esscaped, but no such luck today. I pull the bonoculars from my face and rub my eyes,"Damn it." I say.
I sigh and shoulder my rifle, throw on my duffle bag, and take a sip of wisky from my flask. I turn to see millitary jets comming in for the kill.
I stop as they fly past me, I light a cigarette, take a puff, and blow out some smoke, followed by a loud -BOOM!- I put out the cigarette, and continue to walk.
Maybe to find another city.
This time, hopfully a living city.