Anything To Live For Another Hour

   It's funny; when you live around the dead, you begin to realize what life actually means. Like a soldier on the frontlines: surrounded one to one hundred; a war he never wanted! Well, that's what I think. I guess it gives me purpose these days. I considered suicide, but why? Why make it easier for myself knowing others are suffering? Why end mine? Make it easier, sure. I guess I'm hardheaded. I know what I'm doing is right. My mission is survival. Kill or be killed. God, everyone......

dead.

   My bro, sister, mom, dad. Even Vic. God, Vic. If only I were a little faster, a little quicker with the trigger. You would still be alive.......

But I have to forget about the things that hold me down. I know what I have to do. Kill, loot, run........

Anything to live for another hour.