Now that I'm in the Military Wagon, I think at how we look for Vengeance
even in this moment, while the Dead are Rising for our flesh and brains.
I left IVAN in that warehouse, here in the outer PARMA, one of those endless plains.
I left him full of weapons, and I told him "Don't' worry, I'll be back soon with reinforcements".
I took only some projectiles, a shotgun, and this Baseball Bat.
He had machine guns, hand grenades and anything else.
Fair you could say.
That bastard fucked my wife in dead...
He shot her head right in front of me... She had to be mine... my love... my last kiss...
and HE splattered my dreams out like her beautiful brains on the walls of my bedroom...
So NOW, IVANO, how do you feel with all those weapons, ammunition, explosives...
C4 in your backpack, now that I HAVE THE TRIGGER?!?!?
DIE FOREVER MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
(I wrote this in English, no one will understand it here in Italy...)