Adam trudged slowly thtough the streets his rifle held loosly in a ready position. It was hot in his MOP gear but he didn't care. he didnt care about much anymore so much death what was there to care about? but he was alive and he wasn't infected so life could be worse. as he passed through the faded world he took a deep breath of filtered air. his gasmask was still in working order. his vision though limited was still good. he blinked. there were a mass o zombies in a large unorganized mob heading with a very distinct purpose towards a large shoppingmall. couriosty overrode survival instinc and he turned to follow at a safe distance. survivores....... how foolish......

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Come now you must know by now that you will out run the wind befor you could ever escape me.

Semper Fidelis! Nemo dat quod non habet! Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori!