I have vivid memories as a child, one in particular I recall killing a baby bird by accident, as the other children cried to see my horrendous act, I stood and gazed. I felt nothing. That's kind of how this is now. As I enter this facility, I could care less if they live or die. My machete to my back, my riffle to my side, I bear HELL in these palms; just as a Demon should. I don’t attempt to sneak in this clinic. I want these vermin to know their demise is approaching. They know of my kind, and me, they fear us, detest us. Humans hate that which they cannot conquer and understand I cannot fault them for this. I hear them, breathing heavily, gripping their guns tightly. As the broken glass from their forced entry cracks under my heavy military boots, one of the infected blurt out in desperation:
“We just need medicine, PLEASE DON’T KILL US!!!” I know this is a lie; they desire to kill me. This entire robbery was a ploy to lure me here and it worked, but it will not end as they desire it to. In all actuality they have two options, I find them and kill them, or the surrender and I kill them… I know of no mercy, no prisoners, only Death…only destruction.
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