User:KillswitchEngage

Everybody laughed at me when I said it was Zack. I mean, you see this kind of s*** happening in movies and books and video games, but never right there in your face. I'd had contact with Zack back in the jungle when I was fighting VC. The uglier side of that petty conflict that shaped my generation that Uncle Sam managed to keep secret. I thought moving to a quiet slice of heaven in England would take me away from it all. I don't know how they got here (whether it was some kind of bio-weapon trafficking or even legit international military contracts from some private firm that got a hold of the virus) but I know what to do when I see Zack shambling towards me: I grip that six-shooter, take a deep breath and wait for the shot. One shot, one kill.

It's self evident that nobody is coming to help; the brits blew the bridges going into the city as soon as they found out what was going on. The waters are more treacherous than the streets here. Its time to roll up those sleeves, find somebody you can trust and put your back against their's and brace for the s*** storm of rotten flesh parading around this god damn city. Don't look for loved ones, don't think the ones that have turned remember you, don't try to convince yourself you're here for a reason, but most importantly don't lose hope.

Proud co-founder of The Hazeldine Committee