Karek O'laine sat in the back of a S.W.A.T. car, they had finally caught him, only to have some sort of zombie thing happen, he knew he was safe for the moment, but escaping would be another matter entirely. He sighed as he looked at the handcuffs, "This may just be one of my worst days yet..." he muttered, trying to break the small chain.

Finally, after an hour of exertion, Karek wrested one link in the chain of the cuffs in half and attained freedom of movement, "Okay... weapon..." he whispered as he looked around, there was nothing, he didn't even have any guns at the moment, "Screw it all to hell!" he roared, and leapt through the air, kicking the back door so hard that it flew open and took out several zombies. Karek picked up a now broken street sign, "This'll do... time for me to have a lil bit o' fun..."

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...