My Crew: Me Jad Hayabusa Kitty Amaury Day 1: We set out on our journey of survival, alone in this desperate land, fighting for survival at every turn, we met a man named Clements, he helped us out by showing us the ropes, shared his car and told us about how D.C was lost. Sadly though he got bit, he got bit and there's nothing that can be done about that other than the ultimate cure, a bullet straight to the brain, he pleaded for it and I delivered, sorrowful but knowing he was at rest. The rest of us continued on the Journey. Day2: Spoiler God damnit Haya. What awaits us on this trip? Salvation or Damnation? Time will tell, for now we press on.
Day 7: Our luck wasn't going so great, we had passed a small shopping mall to stock up on supplies, but soon after leaving... Spoiler It would appear my crew isn't the sturdiest bunch. Day 10: Although we were barely managing, at least we were managing, unlike some other unfortunate soul, each zombie we met used to be someone, they had a story, a life, and now all we see is husks of their former selves. We stumbled upon one such unfortunates grave. Spoiler
Well i've gotten lazy and can't be bothered with the images. Kitty broke 2 of arms and a rib, didn't give a fuck, told us a tale to lift our spirits. Shot a crazy religious man who wanted me to kill everyone who kicked him out of his previous group. Amaury has Cholera. Jad Broke a medkit, ruined 41 ammo and is humming a really annoying tune. Because relevant.
Now this is a story all about how our lives got flipped, turned upside down. And I'd like to take a moment, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I broke a few bones and I didn't fuckin' care~
In the past 10 minutes, you've thrown a medkit at a zombie, made get lost by bickering with me, get cholera, get cured of cholera and now you have Dysentery, Also Nate is bit.
