31 March, 2003

In Hell's way

All I know is that these... things will kill us. I don't know when, I don't know how, but they will. And when that day comes, I'll lay back in the solace that I held out as long as possible.
Some people know that I don't take too much respect to the law. But that's not true—I pay my bills, I don't murder, and I certainly don't rape. It's just that when I see things, I take them. That's just the way it works now. I seem to be alone, however, in that sentiment.
But you'll see. You'll see mighty clear.
I know what I'm talking about. A madman doesn't steal. He can't, he'd not know what he's taking in the first place.
They'll find out one day. They'll find out they're second class citizens, and they'll want their revenge. Not even to mention the ones never integrated at all, the wildlife's already got the taste of blood on the tongue, they just don't have the numbers. "As dangerous as any other animal" my ass.
Prepare, men. Prepare to die.
Now you might be confused. Saying "Now hold on one minute, what are you talking about?".
Well, I'll tell you.
A year ago or so, the things started popping up like flies. Said Hell was full. People took pity on them, but the smart ones left. Yes, they thought what I thought—the demons will pop eventually. Just have to wait.
Mark my words, they will.
I'm just a normal guy—hat, revolver, submachine gun, the drill around these parts. Considering the alternative, it's better this way. All in all, you're not going to get much better than an MP5 for blowing out the brains of the dead. But these aren't zombies - no, they're demons. Zombies don't have minds to blow out. That's why they eat them.
I don't consider myself a scientist, I save them. But I know some things. The terminal velocity of a bullet, for instance.  Or how about how many times you need to shoot before something goes down, the best way to grill human flesh, and why they all have to wear those ridiculous ties.

-T.S.

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