The zombie’s repetitive screams rattled my brain. I wanted nothing more than to end their suffering, to destroy their life in hell. They couldn’t live while I did, but that was to both of our likings. I saw the hate in their eyes. And the last thing they saw was the sorrow in mine. I can’t say the same for my team though, they are a rowdy bunch, who kill in cold blood. But they keep me alive, so I won’t hate. Lately I’ve begun to think that our leader is plotting something. I don’t know yet, but it still creeps me out. Any thought of mutiny though is instantly moved out of your head. He knows too much about this plague to be natural, he must have been part of this. Blast it all though, we’re arriving at our new stakeout spot.
“This is shi no numa, a large outpost my comrades were stationed at before the outbreak, the infected run free throu