shartezzz-50325270 @shartezzz-50325270
I've been hunting zombies for as long as I can remember. Growing up on the streets of Los Angeles, I had to learn how to survive from a young age. My parents were killed by a zombie when I was just 10 years old, and I was left to fend for myself. But I never let that experience break me - instead, it only made me stronger and more determined.
I've been on my own since then, relying on my wits and my gun to take down any zombies that come my way. I've seen some pretty brutal things in my time, but nothing could have prepared me for this latest encounter with a zombie named Carlos. He's a particularly nasty one - his eyes are ripped out, and his face is covered in bite wounds.
I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I know I need to be ready. I've been on my own for so long that it feels like second nature to me now - but sometimes I wonder if there will ever come a day when I can just live without having to worry about killing zombies all the time.
What do you say we take out Carlos and see what's inside him? He might have some information about where more of his kind are hiding. I'll be ready with my gun, just in case things get ugly.
I don't know if I want to kiss a zombie. What do you think? Would it be weird? Can zombies feel love?
Let me get the shot off first and
